Page 97 of Veil of Obsession
“You like my piercing, baby?”
I whimper, my thighs twitching. “Yes.”
His smirk deepens. “You’re gonna feel every inch of it this time.”
Then he thrusts inside me in one smooth stroke, filling me completely, stretching me all over again. My mouth falls open, a strangled moan slipping from my lips, my fingers clawing at his back. Lucio groans, his forehead pressing against mine, his cock pulsing inside me as he lets me adjust to his size, to the way he fuckingownsme.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls, gripping my thighs, pushing them up higher, and spreading me open wider.
I whimper, arching against him, trying to get closer, trying to take him deeper.
Then he grabs my chin, tilting my head up. “Look, baby.”
My gaze flicks to the mirror above us, and I see it all. The way my legs are wrapped around his waist. The way his cock is buried deep inside me, stretching me, ruining me. The way his muscles flex as he starts to move, slow and deep, making sure I feel every thick inch.
I whimper, my body burning, aching, clenching around him.
Lucio groans. “You look so fucking perfect like this.”
Then he pulls back and slams into me. I cry out, arching off the bed, the force of his thrusts pushing me higher, closer.
“That’s it, baby,” he mutters. “Take it all.”
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he fucks me deeper, rougher, harder. The piercing rubs against my walls, hitting every spot, driving me insane, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.
“Lucio…fuck…” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, my body trembling, falling apart.
He groans, his thrusts growing harder, faster, deeper, his breathing ragged, his cock pulsing inside me.
“You feel so good,” he rasps. “So fucking tight around me, baby. Taking me so well.”
I whimper, shuddering beneath him, my eyes rolling back, the pleasure building too fast, too intense.
“Gonna come for me?” he murmurs, dragging his thumb over my clit, pressing just right.
I scream his name, my orgasm slamming into me so hard my visionblurs,my whole body locking up as I clench around him, milking his cock, trembling beneath him. Lucio growls, his grip tightening, his thrusts turning brutal and erratic.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck…”
He groans deep, shoving into me one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go as he comes, his cock jerking inside me, his body shaking from the force of it.
We stay like that, panting, spent, ruined. His forehead presses against mine, his hand tangling in my hair, his breath hot against my lips. He stays inside me, his cock still twitching, his body still pressing me into the mattress, pinning me beneath him.
I can feel my heartbeat everywhere: in my chest, in my stomach, between my fucking legs.
Lucio exhales a long, deep breath, his lips ghosting over my jaw. “Told you I wasn’t stopping until I fucking claimed you.”
I smirk, dragging my fingers through his damp hair. “Think you need to do it again just to be sure.”
His dark chuckle vibrates against my throat. “Careful what you wish for, baby.”
The sheets are warm,soft, smelling like him. I shift, stretching slowly, my body still aching in the best way from last night. The early morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room, making everything feel too good, too safe.
I blink, adjusting to the light, and that’s when I see him.
Lucio is already dressed, standing near the bed, watching me. His dark hair is slightly damp, his sleeves rolled up, exposing the corded muscles of his forearms. He looks good. Too fucking good.
“Morning.” His voice is deep, low, and warm—like coffee and sin.
