Page 7 of His Savage Obsession
She's a tight little dream, a vision of beauty that captivates my every thought. I might have pretended to be shocked about the array of cameras her father has installed throughout her home, but when it comes to being with her, I don't have to act at all. Every response I have to her, especially in the heat of passion, is genuine and unfiltered.
As I shed my clothes, Autumn reclines back on the pillows, her gaze fixed intensely on me. Her eyes are wide, almost as if she’s trying to memorize every detail, and she can't seem to tear them away from my member, which stands ready for her. "It's all going to fit, baby. Don't you worry," I reassure her, sensing the flutter of anxiety that lingers in the air. But perhaps that's precisely what she's afraid of—what lies ahead in this moment.
I've been with a handful of women before. Not enough to boast about to my friends or create an impressive little black book, but sufficient to know the difference between a fleeting encounter and something deeper. Most of them have looked at me with appreciative delight, their eyes sparkling with excitement. YetAutumn's gaze is different; it carries a glaze of fear, a mixture of yearning and trepidation that tugs at my heart.
As I slip onto the bed beside her, she instinctively wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. Her body trembles beneath mine, a quivering reflection of the emotions swirling within her. Autumn takes a deep breath, and I can almost see her steeling herself, preparing for the moment that awaits us. I know she must be afraid; a girl's first time can be daunting, filled with uncertainties. "I love you, Autumn," I whisper softly, searching her eyes for reassurance. "And if at any time you want me to stop?—"
Before I can finish, she cuts me off with a kiss that ignites a fire in my chest. "No," she rushes the word out, her voice firm yet laced with longing. "I want to do this with you, Enzo. I want to be with you."
My heart swells to hear her say that, a rush of warmth flooding through me. All the years that I have watched her, patiently waiting and hoping, finally count for something tangible. I tilt my pelvis, brushing my cock against her thigh, feeling the heat radiate from her skin. "I promise you're going to feel good. If it hurts, it'll only be for a second and it'll only be this one time," I assure her, my voice steady despite the torrent of emotions swirling within me.
Autumn runs her hands down my back, her touch igniting sparks along my spine, and she stops at my ass, clutching it with a playful grip. It makes me smile to feel her exploring me with such boldness. "My father is going to be so upset that I married you," she whispers, her voice laced with a giggle that lightens the moment.
It's probably nerves, but I don't mind—her laughter is infectious. "He'll be really upset when he finds out that we had sex then. That I came inside his precious cargo," I tease, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
Her giggle becomes more prominent, filling the air with a delightful sound. "Can you imagine the scandal? A Gallagher having a Bianchi baby," she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Hopefully, more than one. I'm thirty-three, and while I don't want her to get pregnant today—not if she's not ready—I can’t help but dream about the future. I'd like to have a couple of kids by the time I'm forty. "One day, Autumn. We'll have a big, beautiful family to fill this home with laughter and love," I promise, my heart aching with the possibility.
Her hand falls away from my ass and slips between our legs, and I feel the unsteady fingers wrap around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. She adjusts her thighs to open wider, inviting me closer, and Autumn drags my head through her wetness, the sensation intoxicating. It takes a few moments for her to find the right position, but when she does, she smiles up at me, her eyes shining with warmth and affection. "You're the most interesting thing that's ever happened to me, Enzo," she says, and in that moment, I realize just how deep our connection runs.
I rock my hips forward, guiding the head of my cock into her inviting warmth. The sensation is electric, a flash burn of pleasure that sears through me, leaving me gasping for air. My heart races as I realize the depth of my longing for her, the all-consuming nature of my love for Autumn. It's more than just lust, I know, though desire certainly fuels the fire that burns within me. It's the knowledge that I'll wake up tomorrow andevery day after that, still craving her touch, still needing to be near her.
As I inch deeper into her, every bump and ridge of my cock finds its perfect counterpart in her body. She expands to accommodate me, her inner muscles adjusting to the shape and size of my length. Her mouth forms an 'O' as I slide further inside, a mirror of the welcome I feel from her core. "Does that feel alright?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. She nods her head, taking deep, steadying breaths as I continue to fill her. "Relax your muscles, love," I murmur, my hands reaching down to caress her hips, to steady her as we move together in harmony.
As I feel her thighs loosen around my waist ever so slightly, my cock plunges even deeper within her. The sensation is indescribable - she is both slick and smooth, her warmth enveloping me. I could easily lose myself in this moment, thrusting three or four times before reaching my peak. But I remind myself to savor this experience, to take it slow and cherish every second.
Autumn's virginity is not something I can physically sense, but she communicates it to me in her own way. Her hand grips my ass tightly, her nails digging into my skin as she hisses and moans softly. It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes about the trust and vulnerability she's placing in me. And I intend to honor that trust with every fiber of my being.
With a deep breath, I steel myself and push past the initial resistance, feeling the searing pain melt away as I become one with Autumn. Her nails, which had been digging into my skin, suddenly release their grip, and I know that the moment has passed. The fear that had been holding her back is now replaced with a sense of relief and trust.
"Sweet love," I murmur into her ear, feeling a surge of emotion as I fully enter her. "The rest is all pleasure." I make a silent promise to myself that I will always cherish and protect her, that I will never let her feel anything but joy and happiness in my presence. This is my gift to her, a gift that I will carry with me always.
With each measured withdrawal and subsequent thrust, I feel Autumn's body yielding more to me, her muscles tightening around me as if trying to hold me captive within her warmth. Our bodies move in harmony, our breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. I can't help but marvel at the sight of her, so exquisite and unguarded in the dim lighting. It's a sight I wish I could commit to memory, engrave onto my very soul.
As our pace quickens, she adjusts her position, hooking one leg around my waist and draping the other over my shoulder. The new angle allows me to delve deeper into her, eliciting a series of gasps from her lips. The scratch of her fingernails along my spine sends a shiver down my own, mirroring the marks I've left on her skin - a testament to our shared passion.
I drive into her with an intensity that speaks volumes of the desire coursing through my veins. She writhes beneath me, her body a beautiful symphony of pleasure and surrender. My voice, thick with need, urges her to touch herself, to heighten her own pleasure even as I strive to do the same. With each stroke, each breath, each touch, I silently vow to cherish and protect her, to ensure that our love story is one written in joy and trust.
Tentative fingers explore the pulsating warmth, sending her soaring to another realm of existence. Her cries echo with primal hunger as her eyes roll back, lost in the whirlwind of sensation. I've never experienced anything so profoundly intoxicating before. The sweet, youthful embrace of her body, devouring myevery thrust, threatens to extinguish the very life force within me.
As her form begins to tremble around me, convulsing in waves of ecstasy, I find myself powerless to resist the inevitable. With a roar that could very well rouse the entire neighborhood, I surrender to the overwhelming tide and pour myself into her, as if I were a broken water spout. Her name echoes through the night, a testament to our shared release.
I have never been this desperate for someone, so utterly possessed by their very essence. Even as I lay beside her afterward, the silvery moonlight cascading over her pale skin like a gentle caress, the thought of being apart from her for even a fleeting second is unfathomable. The connection we share feels like an unbreakable thread, binding our souls together in a way that transcends mere physicality.
"My wife," I whisper to the darkness, my voice barely above a breath, as if saying it out loud could solidify the reality of what we’ve shared.
Autumn is already half asleep, lost in the soft haze of our intimacy. She moans softly at my utterance and turns her delicate cheek in my direction, seeking the warmth of my presence even in her dreams.
I would kill for this woman, for the spark of life she ignites within me. Tomorrow, I will face her father and brother, laying bare the truth of what I have done. If they demand I fight for her love, I will not hesitate. If it comes down to my life or theirs, I would embrace the darkness without a second thought. For Autumn, I would do whatever it takes. She is the compass that has guided me through the wilderness of my existence, thetreasure I’ve spent my entire life searching for, and I will not let her slip away.
8
AUTUMN
It feels good to rise in the morning without the oppressive weight of my father's cameras scrutinizing my every move. Sometimes, a nagging thought crosses my mind—does he have them secretly installed in my bedroom? It would certainly be unsettling for him to observe me getting dressed each day, but given his unsettling obsession with my body, it would explain so much about his invasive tendencies.
Our late-night wedding and the passionate hours that followed have left Enzo utterly spent. He fell asleep half-covered by the blankets, his breathing slow and rhythmic. When I awaken, I find him basking in the warm embrace of the mid-morning sun, the golden rays casting a soft glow on his serene face as he snores quietly. I reach for a throw from the upholstered couch at the foot of his bed, draping it gently over his bare form. As reluctant as I am to cover him, I know he deserves to enjoy every moment of restful slumber.