Page 71 of Scent Of Obsession
I crawled to Radcliff. Standing on my knees, I lifted my head heavenward, gazing at him with a silent request to touch him. I took his silence as a yes and brushed my fingertips against his scars, from his biceps to his stomach. I hoped I would heal his imperceptible wounds.
Before I could brush his face, he stopped me halfway. One hand seized my jaw. The other pulled my hair into his fist. I had no choice but to bend my face further, my neck an offering. The shadows of his stare shimmered, and seconds passed.
He, finally, brought my face to his for us to collide. The way his lips touched mine expanded beyond the limit of my body; it sent me into a faraway galaxy. We swirled into a passionate tango. I bit him, he tightened his grip on me. I sucked on his lip, he possessed me with his tongue.
Mid-kiss, he entangled my waist around his forearm, lifting me up to push me further toward the headboard. I lay on my back as he unfolded the tie on his fist.
“Give me your hands.”
I handed them to him, my tongue wetting my lips. I was in angst. He wrapped the tie around my wrists and cuffed them on the headboard. Entrapped, I boiled with need. Enslaved, when he kissed my nipples offered to him. Frustrated, when his tongue left only a reminiscence of a fresh, cold breeze on my nipples. That sensation contrasted with my body heating up like a volcano about to erupt.
“I want you,” I dropped, hot and desperate.
“That’s your second request.”
“A request would be to ask you to end my torment now.”To make love to me.“The second to be—” Gentle. Caring. Loving. The good girl in me screamed. None of those things were Radcliff. None of those things had made my stomach burn.
“I’d spare you of my need to take you roughly because I’m already taking your innocence away.”Don’t spare me.“But you’ll enjoy it more if I do,” he added with a mischievous smirk on his face.
I yearned for all of him.
The beauty and the ugly.
The twisted and the dark.
He towered over top of me, his sex brushing against my entrance. I wrapped a leg around his torso, counting inside my head. One… My heart lurched—I thought it’d break. Two… Radcliff seized one of my butt cheeks. Three… He squeezed it hard. Four… A moan escaped my lips. Fi—
Radcliff entered me. I gasped. My whole body tensed. My nails dug inside my palms. I thought he was fully seated, but looking down, he was far from it. I wouldn’t manage it. I was a coward. A lustful coward, who had a pool of wetness between her legs. Pain and pleasure were like siblings, both tearing me apart to the extreme.
My skin quivered, my pain vanishing when I glanced up into Radcliff’s eyes. One of his hands had grabbed the headboard, the veins of his arm visible from the tensing. He thrust inside me slowly. His jaw clenched away the darkest thoughts. He fought his urges and eradicated each of my barriers.
I parted my legs, pleasure winning over pain. He pulsed in and out, this time deeper and harder. He kept my hips in place. My chest rose up. My back arched more and more. I was openly naked to him. In each of his thrusts, he took a piece of my soul with him. The pain was just a vague memory. I was humming with lust. My body tingled, replying to him in symphony.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked between thrusts.
“N-No. It’s—”Fuck.My eyes rolled back in my head as he hit me with a ferocious lunge. “You can do to me what you want. I—”Dear god.Another thrust made me gasp. “Show me.”
Show me your soul.
“What I want?” His lips drew into a thin line, betraying he was enjoying this. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
Another thrust sent me so close to hit the headboard. “Please,” I panted.
The knot of the tie broke, and my hands were freed. In the blink of an eye, I was on all fours. Radcliff’s hands ventured across my waist. Shivers spread, and he joined our bodies together. He slammed into me, igniting my world. His throbbing erection battled the butterflies in my stomach.God.
A salty tear dripped down my eye. Moans and gasps melted together. My breasts swayed. He filled me further, his hips pistoning me forward. I clenched my pelvis deeper to meet his forceful lunges.
He and I collided in a violent cataclysm. A sweet oblivion. My cheek grazed the fabric of the bed, strands of my wet hair on my face. The air I was breathing burned hot, and I fought my eyelids open to take sight of the depths in Radcliff’s eyes.
Drops of sweat dripped down his strong torso as he mounted me. A line furrowed between his brows. It was primal. Animalistic. An exquisite agony.
“You can’t escape me, Lily,” he grunted.
My sultry dream came back to my mind. The red room. The heat of a sauna. Radcliff hit the end of me before slowing his pace. He captured both of my hands, handcuffing them with a strong grip and forcing me to arch my back. I felt him deeper as he lifted me up, my back colliding with his strong torso.
As he seized my throat with a proprietorial grip, the rasp of his voice whispered, “I’ll go to hell to find you if I have to. I’ll hunt you even in death. I’ll tear each world apart. You’re mine, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I howled. I had liberated our darkest compulsions, plunging us into chaos.
