Page 86 of Deepest Obsession


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She says my name again, breathlessly, and I silence her with my mouth on hers. She tastes like chocolate, like sweetness.

“Never kiss another man again,” I say darkly, my hand fisting her hair.

“I won’t,” she pants. “I promise.”

“And never lie to me again. I won’t let it go so easily next time, little bird.”

I feel her shiver underneath me. “I didn’t want to,” she whispers.

When I look down, there are tears in her eyes. One falls onto her cheek, and I lean down and lick it away.

The truth is, I know she couldn’t help it. She was scared and cornered. Just thinking about it makes me want to punch a wall.

Instead, I murmur, “I know,” and kiss her.

When she moves to pull off my shirt, I catch her wrists in mine. “No, let me. I want you—all of you, Xan.” She tries to free her hands, but I keep them firmly in my grip as she squirms under me.

“Soon,” I say, my voice low. Then I get my arms under her and throw her so her head hits the pillows. Before she has a chance to scramble up, I’m on her again, grabbing the soft ropes sitting on my nightstand.

Her eyes widen, and she gives one last attempt at getting my hoodie off before I pin her arms above her head. Before I tie her up, I kiss her again, stealing her breath along with her willpower. She stills beneath me. Her back arches, and the moan that escapes her mouth almost kills me.

This woman. My woman. I need to see her writhing underneath my touch, hear her screaming my name. I need to watch her as pleasure takes her under, sends her soaring.

I make quick work of the rope, tying her wrists to the headboard. And while I desperately need to touch her, to lick every inch of her beautiful skin, I stop myself. Settling back, I take her in.

Her hair spills over the dark pillows, framing her face. She’s panting, her pale breasts falling as her chest heaves. And her neck—god, her neck, open and vulnerable and waiting for me to wrap my fingers around it.

I almost do, but I let my eyes trail over her stomach, her legs, her soaked core. Perfect. She’s perfect.

When I kiss her, it’s with a fierceness that surprises even me. Sophia has been consuming every spare thought I’ve had over the past few days, and now she’s here, practically begging for my touch.

She gasps when I pull away, only for her to moan as I lean down and lick one of her nipples. Her hips grind against mine as I circle my finger around her other nipple, not quite touching, just teasing.

After switching, I drag my mouth down her stomach. She whimpers and begs, her legs parting on their own. I give her clit a single lick before straightening.

“Xander, what—oh, god, please don’t stop. Xan, please.”

“In time, little bird.” I pull off my sweatpants and underwear quickly, not once taking my eyes off the beauty tied up beneath me. “In time.”

My dick is already rock-hard, and she licks her lips at the sight of it. But before she can have it, I wrap my fingers around her throat. Her eyes flutter closed as I apply just the lightest bit of pressure. When I kiss her, her moan vibrates under my hand.

“Please, Xander,” she whispers against my lips.

With a smile, I crawl farther over her, until the tip of my cock is touching her lips. I don’t even have to tell her what to do. Her tongue flicks out, tasting my skin and the precum dripping from me. When she takes me into her mouth, I groan. It’s hot, and wet, and I’ve never wanted to fuck her face more than I do right now.

But I stay perfectly still, watching her head bob up and down as she takes more of me in. Her lips look perfect wrapped around my cock. Perfect and fuckable.

“Soph,” I moan, my gaze locking onto hers. Her head slows, and she looks up at me with wide eyes. That’s it. I can’t take it anymore.

With one hand on the headboard and the other with a fistful of hair at the back of her head, I take over. I start slowly, not wanting to hurt her. But the farther I push myself into her mouth, the more of her I need.

She adjusts her head slightly. At first I think she wants me to pull out, but when she presses forward, I realize it’s the exact opposite of that.

Fuck me.

I pick up my pace, thrusting into her until I reach the back of her throat. I watch her face as tears form in her eyes, but she continues watching me with a greedy satisfaction.

God, if she keeps looking at me like that, I’m going to come way too fast.

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