Page 70 of Scent Of Obsession
Taste me?Another wave of burning heat surged through me. Radcliff positioned himself behind me, his fingers still on my entrance. Our bodies pressed together, his growing hardness on my back. At the contact of his lips on my nape, I threw my head back.
“Would you touch me the way you did?” I was out of breath. Needy. Desperate. I craved him to do again what he did to me at the opera. More than that, I needed it.
I could bet I heard him chortle, even if Radcliff laughing was an impossibility.
His lips pressed behind my ear. “I’ll do more than that, little witch. Aren’t you scared?”
I shook my head, lacking the capacity to speak another word. I pressed my pelvis closer to his hand, but he decided otherwise. He withdrew it, leaving me hanging. He massaged my breasts and tugged my nipples, continuing his luscious torture.
“I’m not sweet. Even in your wettest dreams, you couldn’t imagine the dark things I crave to do to you. The way I want to possess you.”
“I trust you,” I panted.
“Bend over the bed.”
“W-What?” I choked in my own breath.
“You heard me.” The rasp of his voice couldn’t be mistaken. It wasn’t a demand. “Unless you want to back out of it?”
His words meant that he’d let me back away, but that was a lie. His eyes captured mine, enthralled me with him as he tugged on my hair so that I’d plummet into his darkness.
I’d awakened his dormant beast, and now I was his prisoner.
“I won’t.”
Stuck between terror and lust, I positioned both of my hands on the satin sheets of the Victorian bed. I waited in angst for what would happen. I arched my back, my butt in the air and my face crimson red. I had no experience. Raised by the sisters, I was taught sex was a sin. It was disgraceful. Dirty. But the smell of it, of him, it was heaven-sent.
With his foot, he parted my legs, and my heart collapsed. A ripple of need ran down my spine, and I felt his breath beyond me. More shivers came. He trailed a delicious path, kissing the length of my spine.
He parted both of my butt cheeks before darting out his tongue. A cold, mouthwatering feeling throbbed in my entrance when I felt his tongue on me.Heaven, yes. He explored me in places only he had touched before. Pressing his mouth down my center, he kept my body in place by grabbing my hips. Sucking. Licking. Nibbling. Flick of tongue after flick of tongue, an unstoppable bolt of arousal grew wilder inside my stomach.
The pressure he put on my clit made me fall apart. My knees tingled. Buckled. I gripped the sheets below me as tight as I could. A tear formed in my eye. This was what it was. Desire. Lust. Losing control of your soul. I rubbed my ass to his face shamelessly, ground my crotch like an animal. Sweet Lily was gone—probably crumbling under her bed.
He slapped one of my butt cheeks, stroked one finger inside of me, and my mind went blank.Fuck.My face crashed on the sheet smelling of his addictive scent with a new note.Patchouli.I stared upon Radcliff behind me, devouring me. My mind was in mayhem. A burning mayhem.
He inserted a second finger inside of me, and I bit down on the sheet. It hurt. It goddamn hurt. I was tight. Too tight. I thought I’d scream. Cry. But then, the pain blurred the line with pleasure. Faster. Deeper. His tongue worked on my clit. Hot sparks appeared. My breath cut short.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Bolt of fire. Stars. My orgasm snatched my whole being. I couldn’t hold it—it swallowed me whole. Radcliff kept my legs in place, obligating me to remain under his sweet torture. I was shaking.
When he finally released me, he held my waist for a moment so I wouldn’t crash on the bed, facedown. Instead, I gently collapsed on the bed, completely washed-out.
Lying on my back, I took sight of Radcliff hiding the shining moonlight with his masculine frame. He stood at the edge of the bed, still fully clothed. The curtains danced behind him, the cold breeze pushing him toward me. The room got smaller the more I kept my stare on him.
Radcliff advanced toward me, to claim me in a predatory way. I stopped him with the tip of my foot on his shoulder.What am I doing?As if my small body could hold him off. He, nevertheless, stopped.
I sat on my knees, pulling a strand of my hair away from my face. His eyes lingered on my breasts, his pupils dilating. I didn’t hide myself; on the contrary, I felt empowered.
“I want to see you,” I demanded, yearning for his strength to possess me. To see everything of him. “Please.”
“I’ll grant you only one request tonight, flower goddess. Choose wisely.”
“This is what I want.”
I felt my eyes glimmering when he unbuttoned his dress shirt. Each of his strong muscles contracted before he threw it on the floor, our gazes not drifting away from the other. Radcliff wasn’t built like a man but an Olympian. An angel whose wings had been cut.
I flushed at the thought he’d reduce each man to weaken. None of them could hope to compete and compare. He was more powerful and threatening. The danger he exuded made me feel safe. He was a shield. Massive muscles like iron. Ripped abs with scars underneath. A fearless protector who’d stop at no cost.
He unbuckled his belt in a rough movement. His pants and underwear were next to follow. I gulped, noticing his well-endowed manhood.Dear god, it’ll never fit.Then, he rolled his tie across his fist like a boxer before a fight.
