Page 41 of Scent Of Obsession
The heat inflamed me. His fingers brushed to my center, my hips moving to his control. My neck craned when his other hand pulled my hair backward for his lips to possess me. He sealed his darkness on me, waving his tongue across mine. He touched me like no one else had before, stroking his fingers on my sex. New cravings blossomed in me. I was wet under the torrid heat, entering into a vortex of sins.
“Let me possess you the way you want me to,” Radcliff enticed to my ear.
I took that as an order, my body enslaved by him. The way he rubbed his fingers on me created an explosion of glowing fireworks inside me. I wanted to scream, bolts of pleasure coursing the length of my core. Orgasm, bliss, and lust—I was addicted.
He whirled me around, carrying me effortlessly to a velvet bed. He towered over top of me while I unfastened his fly, liberating his hardness. I surrendered to his powerful aura, and he parted my legs, seizing my thighs to pull me closer to him.
“I want you,” I moaned, struggling to breathe.
He devoured my body with his hands and sucked on my nipples. Playing me like a symphony, his tongue was a work of art, making my back arch under each of his flicks. He delivered the final music note by rolling my nipples between his forefingers. Goose bumps spread on my skin despite the heat. He stuck me between heaven and hell.
I was entrapped by the purple of his gaze. It formed a bouquet of black calla lilies for me, and diving deeper into it, I felt like our souls had merged, as if we could read each other’s secrets.
His stare worshipped me, granting me the status of goddess, but his dominating touch showed he’d never let me back to the gods’ world. I belonged with him.
He cuffed my wrists with a strong grip, his searing stare erasing all traces of purple to darken even more. I bit my lower lip, loving being at his mercy. My legs beseeched him, opening slowly.
“Let out your darkness, Lily. Show who you truly are,” he said, hot and threatening.
I’m burning.His hard sex entered me without warning, my whole core responding to him with twice the intensity he gave me. As he thrust harder and deeper, the strength of his desire for me was inhuman. It was beyond everything. Chaos engendering earth. The flames of the room enveloped us, as if we were in the middle of a fire.
I saw red. I dug my nails down his hand, and in response, he caged me deeper against him with a kiss. Our lips collided, exchanging our missing breath. The softness of his lips was a lie compared to the harshness of his thrusts.
I sucked on them like an addict, savoring the taste of pomegranates on his lips. I craved more, like a mythical creature craving blood. My carnal desire had transformed me into someone else. Radcliff tried to pull away, but my mouth invaded his.
I bit him.
Blood dissipated from his lips like pomegranate juice.
I drank it, mad for the taste, sucking on it as much as I could.
Then the blood stopped, and Radcliff inched backward from me. His lips curled into a satisfying snarl, cruel and wicked, when he drilled his infernal eyes into me. His scar reflected his blackness, spreading over his face like ink-venom. His features darkened, and the light in the room dimmed. A shiver traveled the length of my spine.
“You can’t escape me, Lily.”
Lily…
Lily…
The rasp of his voice prickled at my senses, resonating in my mind like the shadows calling me.
My eyes fluttered open. My thumping heart slowed down. The heat was gone, the sheets of my bed soaked. The rising sun poured through the tree branches, casting a rosy hue across the sky.
It was all a dream.
Or a nightmare.
I took a walk across the garden to overshadow my thoughts and find peace. Around me, everything was quiet. Even the ravens and the foliage went silent in an inner meditation. I was surprised to not witness Mr. and Mrs. Walton’s ghostly presence, nor Radcliff’s chilling aura.Radcliff. My pulse throated in my neck, my cheeks reddening at the remembrance of the salacious dream I had last night.
Damn you, Lily.
Luckily for me, Radcliff wasn’t the type to hang by the greenhouse during the day. I was in a safe territory to let my dream vanish from my memory.
The calm was interrupted by Cerba’s barking leaping above the sound of water, probably coming from a hose.
I ambled in her direction to see what the fuss was about. Positioning myself behind the cypress hedge, I glanced at Cerba covered in dirt, moving her tail with joyful interest. She looked like she had rolled herself in a muddy hole. I pushed the branches slightly to give me a better view while remaining hidden. Someone was seated behind her.
Wait—Radcliff?
