My relief is palpable, and when I shift my hips and roll back, sliding through her wet pussy, it sends my obsession into a spiral.
I thrust into her, my entire body shuddering as she clenches around me.
I catch myself staring her down like a psychopath, absorbing every tremor and hitch of her breath. She’s so fucking pretty, and I am so gone for her. Nothing should feel this good. I’d have to be a saint to stay away from her now.
She should know, deep down, she should be able to feel what she’s unleashed. I can’t put the beast back in his cage. He’s had a taste for her, and already, one dangerous, unshakable thought fuses itself in my DNA.
Mine.
That claim makes me rabid with the need to fuck my possession into her.
Gabi cries out as I thrust harder, nails scraping down my back as her head lolls onto the pillow.
“Oh god, that feels so intense.” The words escape her on a breathless exhalation.
Tension winds its way through her body, nipples tightening as she clenches around me. I’m hanging on to my sanity by a thread.
I drag myself upright, spreading her legs wider so I can keep fucking her while I stroke her clit.
“Come for me again,” I rasp.
She whimpers as I push her closer to oblivion and grind my teeth together, fighting through the torture of holding back.
“I need you to come for me, baby,” I choke out.
The agony in my voice tips her over the edge, and as soon as she spasms around me, it’s over. I bury myself as deep as she can take me, gripping her thighs roughly as I watch my cock unload inside her.
“Fuck.” I let out a harsh breath as my head falls back, and the aftershocks keep going.
I knew it would be intense, but I wasn’t anticipating that I would see the light drain from my eyes. I came so hard I almost blacked out.
“Everything okay?” Gabi asks, her voice distorted from the blood rushing through my ears.
“More than okay.” I lower my body over hers, cradling her face as I graze her lips with mine. “You’re fucking perfect, Gabriela. You have no idea.”
Emotion clogs her voice as she wraps her arms around me and squeezes. “Thank you.”
I know she feels awkward when she gets compliments. She always has. But she’ll have to get used to it because I’m going to keep giving them to her.
I stay inside her, kissing her for a while until my dick starts to make other plans. I stop before I can indulge that desire and force myself to pull out of her warmth. She’ll be sore already, and as much as I might want to fuck her all night long, it will have to wait.
When I glance down and see her virgin blood staining my cock, a deep, animalistic satisfaction surges through me. There’s something deranged about how much I like the sight of that. It feeds my obsession and sends my thoughts spiraling into darker territory about a permanent claim.
I can’t entertain those ideas.
“Give me a minute,” I tell her. “I’ll be right back.”
She nods, and my gaze moves over her—completely boneless, my cum dripping out of her pussy.
Fuck, that’s hot.
It takes effort to pull myself away and walk into the bathroom. I turn on the water in the bathtub and adjust the temperature, then secure the plug. Once that’s going, I dump all the girly shit Gabi likes inside. Some kind of powder. Bubbles. A bath bomb.
As the tub fills up, I grab a washcloth and wipe the blood off my dick, knowing I won’t be able to let that twisted reminder go. For now, I fold it and set it on the counter before I head back into the room to retrieve her.
When I approach the bed, I pause to study the soft rise and fall of her chest. She’s not asleep, but she will be soon if I leave her there.
This scene triggers another cascade of thoughts I shouldn’t indulge. Her lying in my bed every night, naked, until the end of time.
