Page 22 of Obsidian Devotion

She moans, breath ragged, but the defiance is still there—glowing hot behind her flushed cheeks.“You don’t own me, Lorenzo,” she spits, trying to hold on to the upper hand. “We’re not anything.”

I grab her chin, force her to meet my gaze. My grip is firm, but my voice goes low—deadly calm. “You’re mine when I’m inside you,” I whisper. “And after this, you’ll feel me even when I’m not.”

Her lips tremble, but she doesn’t look away. “I can still do whatever I want,” she says, but her voice has softened, uncertain.

I smirk, not letting go. “Say that again after you come screaming my name.”

I lose my ever-loving shit.

Grabbing her throat, I plunge into her.

My sanity is gone.

My sense of reality—nonexistent. I ravage her kiss-swollen lips as I pound into her like a madman. The only things I can fathom are Sofia's panting, the feeling of her legs clutching my waist, and the smell of her citrus perfume.

She is mine.

“Your pussy’s mine, Red,” I growl against her neck, voice rough and dark. “Now, and forever. There won’t be any other men. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she gasps, breath breaking over a moan.

“No one else will touch you. No one else will ever feel you come apart on their cock.” I drive into her harder, deeper. “Only me. Always me.”

I sound possessed. Iampossessed. Every thrust shreds the last of my restraint, and something feral claws its way to the surface.

My eyes lock onto her face. I want to remembereverything.

The way her mouth falls open with every stroke.

The way her hair sticks to her sweat-slick skin.

The way her lashes flutter like she’s caught between pleasure and surrender.

She’s fucking perfect—wrecked and radiant—and mine.

The desk groans beneath us, barely holding up under the force of my need. Sofia’s moans rise into cries, raw and breathless, asher body tenses around me. I feel her getting close, so close, but I don’t let her fall over that edge. Not yet.

I slow my pace, dragging it out, rolling my hips with deliberate control. She whimpers, writhes,begs—but I keep her right on the brink. It’s exquisite torment, watching her unravel.

Then, finally, I let go.

Her body trembles, her scream rips free, and she shatters—tightening around me like a velvet vise.

I give her a heartbeat to feel the high… then slam back into her, hard and deep.

Her second orgasm tears through her before the first even fades, and that’s all it takes—

Heat explodes in my spine, and I come with a growl, burying myself inside her as release crashes through me.

My vision whites out.

My lungs burn.

And for a second, I feel like I’ve lost gravity—like nothing exists but her.

As we collapse against each other, sweat-slick and breathless, the world slowly creeps back in.

My heart’s still racing, but it’s not just the sex.

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