Page 98 of Sinful Obsession
My cheeks flushed, my heart swelling despite my fears.
Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he positioned himself at my entrance.
The water made everything slick, but my body resisted at first, tight from six years without intimacy, almost virginal.
He slid in slowly, inch by inch, his eyes locked on mine as he filled me, the stretch both painful and exquisite. I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
He began to thrust, slow at first, each movement deep and deliberate, as if savoring every second. “Oh my fucking days, Charlotte,” he growled, his voice thick with passion. “You’re too tight.”
The shower blessed us, its warmth mingling with the heat of his body, and I moaned into his shoulder, my hands biting into his back as he moved faster, more aggressive but sweet, his desire for me palpable.
The rhythm built, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me, my body responding despite my mind’s caution.
My panting shifted, my body nearing the edge, and I felt the familiar coil tightening.
“Charlotte, no,” he ordered, thrusting harder, his hands gripping my waist. “Don’t come yet.”
As if I could control it.
My screams grew louder, the pleasure overwhelming, and he slammed into me, his voice a desperate command.
“Don’t dare come on me.” But it was too late—the sweetness crashed over me, and I came hard, yelling as waves of pleasure shattered through me, my body trembling in his arms.
He held me through it, his own release close, his groans mingling with mine.
Exhausted, I went limp, and he carried me, still joined, to the bedroom, the air cool against my wet skin.
He dried me gently with a towel, his touch tender, and laid me on the bed, pulling the duvet over me. “I’m sure you’re sleepy?” he said, more a question, his voice soft as he slid in beside me.
To his surprise, I climbed onto him, my energy reignited by the fire between us.
His eyes widened, shock giving way to a chuckle as I stroked him, his length hardening instantly. “Surprised?” I teased, positioning myself above him and sliding down, taking him in with a slow, deliberate motion.
“Girl...” he groaned, his hands gripping my waist as I rode him, my hips moving with a rhythm that matched my racing heart.
His groans grew louder, his hands guiding me, urging me faster.
I leaned forward, my hands braced on his chest, the muscles taut beneath my fingers, and rode harder, our moans filling the room.
His panting quickened, his hands tightening as he moved me faster, our bodies in sync.
I felt the edge approaching again, my groans turning to cries as I pushed harder, faster.
Just as I came for the second time, a shattering wave of pleasure, he followed, his release spilling into me as he groaned my name, his hands gripping me tightly.
I collapsed onto his chest, breathless, his length still inside me, a connection I wasn’t ready to break.
I played with the sparse hair on his chest, my fingers tracing lazy circles, exhaustion settling over me like a warm blanket.
“We might just be making another baby, Cassian,” I murmured, half-joking.
He laughed softly, his arms tightening around me. “If we are, I’d want nothing more.” His voice turned serious, his hand cupping my cheek. “Charlotte, I love you. I’ve loved you through comas, through cancer, through every mistake I made pushing you away. I’ll spend my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me.”
My heart swelled, tears pricking my eyes. “I love you too, Cassian,” I whispered, the words raw and true. “It’s messy, it’s painful, but I’ve never stopped. I’m scared, but I want this—us—to work.”
He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering. “We’ll make it work. For you, for Asher, for Aria. For us.”
I nestled closer, his warmth enveloping me, and didn’t even notice when sleep claimed me, my body and heart finally at peace in his arms.
