Page 24 of Twisted Obsession

“Okay,” she panted. “I’m ready.”

I realized she’d been waiting for her own body to adjust. She had no idea I wasn’t moving because I physically couldn’t and not because she’d needed a minute, but I took the win.

I fucked her.

I drove into her with the wild abundance of a man who hadn’t had sex in years. I slammed into her again and again, using my knees and the armrest above her head as support, and Kami met every brutal onslaught with a downward thrust of her hips. She dug blunt nails into my ass, dragging me harder into her. Her walls rippled and sucked, getting tighter the closer she came to the cliff. I needed her to go first. It was more than a matter of pride. It was pure, selfish necessity. I needed to feel her come on me, around me. To suction and milk me into her body.

“Come for me,” I hissed into her ear. “Come on, kitten.”

She gave a heaving sob that matched the clench of her pussy. Her eyes squeezed closed.

“Shit!” she whined, then again, louder, “shit, shit, shit … Darius!”

“Open your fucking eyes!” I growled at her, quickening my pumps, hitting her with every bit of my strength.

Her lashes flew open, and I watched as she came with savage and merciless release. Her claws raked down my back, tearing flesh as I ripped her apart.

My release felt endless. I sprayed her walls and felt it come free of her body in squirts, destroying my mother’s sofa. Kami must have felt it too because she gasped and peered down our bodies at where I was still twitching inside her.

“So much…” she groaned, spreading her thighs even wider for me.

I pushed in deeper, my gaze never leaving her flushed and sated face. “We might be here a while,” I panted, exhausted and sore.

To my eternal torment, her eyes lifted to mine, and she whispered, “I want all of it.”

I kissed her with mindless starvation. I crushed her in my arms. My cock had stopped pulsing, but I kept it inside her, not ready to leave her warmth. It was her body that ejected me, spilling me out with a thick glob of release. We both shuddered at the unexpected release and the cold air nipping at cooling skin.

I braced my forearm on the cushion next to her head, careful not to catch hair when peering down at her. She offered me a lazy smile that clenched around my heart.

I fucked Kami.

The realization of my action hit me as both a victory and a tragedy. Being inside her was all I’d wanted for so long. Finally having her only opened the floodgates. It only made me want her again and again. I wanted to live inside her. I wanted to wake up every morning and go to bed every night buried in all that wet heat. One time was supposed to be enough, but…

Kami’s face lifted, eyebrow raised. “Again?”

“Tired?”

Her grin was sly and mischievous as she reached between our bodies and guided my already hard dick to her opening.

I lay with Kami curved into my arms an hour later, tucked against my chest, our bodies sticky with sweat and sex. The airwas thick with it. Our breathing had slowed. The tremors had stopped. We lingered in that fuzzy afterglow where time didn’t exist and tomorrow would never come, yet I still gripped her tight, knowing that reality would eventually shatter our cocoon of solitude and we would have to face all the consequences.

“Kami?”

She hummed quietly against the hollow of my throat. Her fingers traced light circles against my sweat slickened back.

I smoothed a coil of hair off her cheek. “No one can ever know about this. Not the girls, definitely not Lavena. Not anyone.”

The lazy trails of her fingers stilled. For a moment, her silence was the only loud noise in my head.

“Okay.”

I waited for her to continue, to add stipulations, to argue, but she lay quiet once more. I almost didn’t want to say the rest, but things had already gone too far. We … I had caused so much damage. I allowed things to get so complicated and dangerous.

“We can’t do this again,” I whispered into the satin strands of hair at the top of her head. “We can’t … once we leave the lodge, we can never be together again.”

I didn’t miss the tension in her limbs, the harshness in her every breath. “Why?” Her head lifted then, and I was forced to look into her beautiful face when I hurt her; that was my punishment, I realized. “Please give me a reason. A good reason,” she stressed when I opened my mouth.

I decided on the truth. Maybe it would be horrific enough, reason enough to appease both our broken hearts.