Page 34 of Fractured Obsession


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I’m trying to refrain from my invasive but natural thoughts to brand her, flog her, and break her into submission. I don’t want to scare her, but I find this is enough for now. Strange as it is wholesome to be used by her.

Her nails dig in desperately, carving into my back. My cock jerks at her desperation, just as hungry to have its fill, surprisingly enjoying the pain she’s inflicting. And I’d only allow her to brand me in such a way.

I flip her and knock the air out of her lungs as I push her face into the bed and fuck her from behind.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

I’d wanted this for so many years.

Her moans torture me, tearing every fiber of my being like it’s the only sound I want to hear.

I rub my thumb around her asshole, and she tilts into me slightly.

“Has anyone touched this ass of yours?” I ask.

“No,” she rasps. And it darkens my mood. I want it. “You can.”

My restraint snaps.

I play with her asshole, edging my thumb in slowly, bit by bit, watching her response as I pound into her, making sure it doesn’t cause any kind of discomfort. Had I realized we’d been doing this, I would’ve provided lube. Instead, I hover over her and let a drop of spit land on my finger before hooking my thumb all the way in. She moans at the invasion and can’t hold herself up any longer as I continue to edge into her, picking up my pace once again. I can feel my cock gliding against my thumb, and she moans with awakened pleasure.

“Dmitri!” she screams.

Fuck.

I jerk into her, pumping into her as I lazily loosen my tight grip on the back of her neck, realizing only now how I’d handled her face down.

Her legs are trembling as her pussy milks me, her own orgasm crashing wave over wave.

She’s panting harshly into the mattress, slowly meeting me for slow strokes as we continue to milk one another until the very last drop.

I’d thought maybe I was too rough with her, even when I tried my hardest to refrain, but she seems… pleased.

That is until I notice the bruising grip I’d left on one of her arms. I hadn’t meant to… So precious… So easily breakable.

She smiles in relief and I can’t help but find my own arrogant smile.

She was made perfectly for my cock.

Utter bliss.

Mine.

I was willing to fight the Grim Reaper for her.

But I’d also have to fight against myself from taking her like that ever again because despite how perfectly her body was made for me, she was far more delicate than I’d ever imagined.

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ELANEE

Neither of us had actually slept in the main bedroom, and I’d only momentarily escaped his clutches after we’d had sex in almost every position against anything that had an adequate surface to fuck on. The man had incredible stamina. We couldn’t get enough of each other, but there was undoubtedly restraint on his behalf. Now, looking at my body that so easily bruises with its porcelain skin, I wonder if it’s because I seem so breakable to him as if I’m not able to handle his true heated desires. I’d be lying if I told him I wasn’t intimidated by how deeply those might run. I don’t like pain, and I’m scared it'll spiral me into memories best forgotten. But nor do I want to deny this man of his most primal urges.

He only set me free when the intercom kept buzzing. Not only were we past checkout time, but if we gave it any longer, we also wouldn’t arrive on time for our flight, which we had to make haste to meet with Layla.

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