Page 72 of Scent Of Obsession
I was his just as he was mine.
He released his hold on me, and the thunderstorm in the sky roared. His pace now hungry, his hands clamped on my hips. My legs shook. The room alternated between pitch-black and silver-blue as the thunder rumbled. He rubbed my throbbing clit with his fingers, making it clench.
We were both bloodred-eyed monsters.
My hips shot forward. He pinched one of my nipples and clapped on my butt cheeks. Again and again. I bit my lip until I drew blood out of myself. Until it hurt. Until I collapsed. Radcliff was without restraint, as merciless as the apocalyptic weather.
“Rad… R-Rad—”
I sucked in a breath, drops of sweat melting with a tear. All I needed was one last of his thrusts and my orgasm wrenched out of me in a fiery burst of pleasure melted into a sob-howl.
Radcliff followed in a growl. The thunderstorm stopped. The rain fell, and I collapsed on the bed.
The Devil’s shadow on the wall.
A half-smile drew on my lips.
I had won his humanity.
My breath was animalistic, heavy. It resounded above the tears of the gods. The rain manifested their sorrow to have stolen who belonged to them. The last drops of sweat dripped from my flesh; my primitive instincts were satiated.
“I’m sorry,” Lily excused herself.
Her naked golden skin was displayed in front of me, contrasting with the cold, lapis lazuli night. She curved in on herself, using just a little space, yet she radiated the room. Her gaze dropped to the blood on the sheet. Just a small mark for so much meaning.
Lily was every type of beauty. Broken, when a tear tickled her cheek. Pure, when she covered her nakedness with the blanket—a blanket that I urged to tear apart. She was also a temptress, when her lips had moaned for me and her body responded with need.
She was a sumptuous destructive opposite.
I remained wordless, scrutinizing over her. The darkness of slumber had flickered inside her doe eyes. The red grips on her skin revealed I went beyond my self-control. That was just a tiny part of what I could do. All that time wrestling to get away from her enchantment had gotten me only more possessed. Lily was mine, and there was no coming back from it.
“It’s just blood, Lily. It’s nothing.” It was everything. A sealed deal. Innocence for sin. “Come.”
I held out my hand, which she seized. She rose up, and blood hissed inside my cock for a new erection. Her breasts swayed as she stepped out from the bed, and I yearned to kiss, possess, and take again.
Her skin shuddered. Her nipples hardened. Her pupils flared at the view of my cock hissing like a weapon. I fought the new wave of carnal desire slamming into me. We weren’t ready for each other. She was too sore; I was too hard and wouldn’t be able to exercise any self-control.
I erased the growing thoughts from her head that I’d take her again by swooping her inside my arms.
“Where are we going?”
I didn’t bother to reply and carried her to my bathroom. I grabbed two towels from my dark cabinets on top of the smoky natural stone sink and dropped her inside my black marble shower. The metallic head that hung above us spread water onto our naked bodies.
The sudden shock made her flinch. It was cold. I didn’t mind. But she did, merging our bodies together. Her breasts crushed my torso. Her hands and face hit my chest. I turned up the heat, enveloping an arm around her waist. I held her firmly, worried that she’d drop on the floor.
The water slowly warmed her, soothing the ache I created. I poured the soap inside my palms and massaged every inch of her goddess skin without exception—which didn’t help to calm down my erection.
Her glossy eyes sparked to mine, fighting back a few tears. The way she looked upon me, with neediness, weakness, and blind trust was everything I loathed in mankind.
But then, the unimaginable happened. I felt my heartbeat. The dusty, grayish organ serving as my heart awoke from an eternal sleep, tinting itself in a bloodred color. It bled like an open wound. My body tensed, and I felt myself bursting into flames, as if a virus had entered and my molecules were fighting it.
The steam from the shower was thick, filling the air, and breathing was a hard task. It condensed on the glass, creating the illusion of a fog. The soap washed away, and I executed the next steps mechanically, ignoring that feeling of tightening in my chest.
I shut down the shower. I wiped the water flowing from her long hair. Wrapped her inside the towel. She obviously inhaled in the odor with a slight smile. I focused on Lily, drying her at the price of ignoring the drops of water running down my frame. I carried her again to my bed. Dropped her gently. Tugged her inside the blankets.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, watching upon her. I took my distance and let the silence fly, filling the room with unsaid thoughts. Lily’s face remained flushed as she fought sleep. Her eyes glimmered under the moonlight, contemplating me with all her softness.
“Will you sleep with me?” she asked, her voice weak and edged with fear.
