Page 104 of His Darkest Obsession
And if the last two years have taught me anything, it's that hope is the most dangerous thing of them all.
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ANATOLY
Indigo’s hairis fanned across the pillow and her breaths come out slow and deep as she sleeps. I stroke one finger down her bare shoulder and watch the goosebumps rise in its wake.
We had sex again after our heartbeats returned to normal, and we kept fucking each other until dawn spread rosy fingers across the sky and the sun started peeking over the distant horizon.
I spent what felt like hours feasting between her legs, lapping at the sweetness of her pussy and kissing each scar on her thigh while my hands held her legs tightly against my face.
When I entered her the second time, I made sure to go slow and gentle so that she can savor the moment until her voice faded away into incoherent whimpers as she came again and again on my mouth.
That time, I pulled out of her right before I came, spilling my cum like a line of pearls on her body. And when I leaned back, panting, she scooped every drop into her mouth before she wrapped her lips around my cock to bring me back for another round.
The third time, we fucked like animals on the floor. Her on all fours, and me with my hand wrapped around her throat and my tongue tasting the salt of her sweat. She reached back that time, holding me in place by the nape of my neck like she’s afraid that if she were to let go, I might disappear and never come back.
I came on her ass that time, and even left a few drops on her blue hair.
After that, we walked into the shower, turned the water all the way up and fucked again under the hot water. That time, she rode me as she drained the air from my lungs with one deep-tongued kiss after another. And when I shot my load all across my torso, she lapped it up eagerly under the warm water without ever breaking eye contact.
When we finished that time, I washed away all the trace of our lovemaking, ran my hand through her blue hair so that I might see hints of her natural coppery red, and kissed her until she begged me to fuck her again.
And I did.
I held her up in midair and let her impale herself on my cock beneath the water until both of us were sated and spent. When we finally shut the water off, she curled up in my arms and allowed me to carry her gently to bed.
Outside, the sky is slowly turning brighter and brighter with every breath and every heartbeat. But I continue sitting here, marveling at this beautiful woman who continues to surprise me at every turn.
This beautiful woman whom the world seems determined to wrong and hurt.
Even in sleep, her mouth holds a hint of defiance, and her lips are slightly pursed as if she’s ready to argue. I can still taste those lips even now, sweet with a bite of something sharper underneath.
Like everything about her.
She jerks in her sleep, murmuring as she does so. Without a second thought, I brush my lips over her forehead. That seems to have calmed her, and her breathing returns back to the rhythm of deep slumber.
A dull buzzing sound, rhythmic and pulsing, sounds somewhere in the room. And it’s only when I glance at the direction of our clothes that I realize that it’s my phone.
I glance back at my wife, reluctant to tear myself away from the image of perfection, but my phone keeps ringing.
Bylat.
Annoyed, I peel away from her side, walk over to my pile of clothes, and pull out my phone.
The moment I see the number, annoyance gives way to anger.
Grant Bennet.
And this isn’t the first fucking time that he’s called me tonight.
I look back at Indigo one final time and then back at my phone. I need to answer. This is what this entire marriage was leading up to.
It’s funny. Now that what I set out to do is literally in my hands, I no longer have the desire to do it.
But I have to.
For her.
