novelxo Dark Obsession: Chapter 11
The moment Grigori slides inside me, I feel like I can’t breathe.
He fills me completely, stretching me in that perfect, overwhelming way.
Even though it’s only my second time, the way he moves inside me feels natural, like he was made for me. There’s something special in the way our bodies fit together, something that goes beyond the physical. As he starts to move, slow and deep, I can’t help but get lost in the sensation.
He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear as he thrusts into me.
“Tell me, princess… how often have you fantasized about me slipping into your bedroom and giving you exactly what you wanted over the years?”
I bite my lip, a mix of emotion and frustration bubbling up in my chest. He knows exactly how to get to me. I hate that he’s got me figured out like this, but damn, I love it, too.
“About the same amount of wet dreams you’ve had about me,” I shoot back.
His lips curl into a playful grin as he looks down at me, his eyes dark with hunger. “That’s classified info, princess.”
I can’t help but grin myself, tightening my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. He responds with a deep, slow thrust that makes me gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. Every slow stroke sends waves of heat through me, his movements deliberate, like he’s savoring every second.
His slow, deep thrusts are driving me crazy, making me ache for more. I bite my lip, feeling the tension building, and I can’t take it anymore.
“Grigori,” I pant, eyes flashing with impatience. “I need more. Faster.” I narrow my gaze and add, “And don’t even think about making me beg. You won’t like what happens.”
He laughs, that dark, sexy chuckle that makes my stomach flip, then kisses me hard, his mouth claiming mine as his hips snap forward with more intensity. His cock plunges deep inside me, over and over, and the desk beneath us starts squeaking, the sound mixing with my moans as he picks up the pace.
I dig my nails into his back, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath my fingers. He pulls back, yanking off his shirt, revealing that gorgeous, scarred body I’ve memorized. My heart races as I watch his muscles flex with every hard thrust. I’m getting closer, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter.
“You’ve got my permission to come, princess.”
I lick my lips, locking eyes with him as I feel the orgasm building to a breaking point. And then I come, hard, my whole body shaking, clinging to him as wave after wave of heat floods through me. I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out and alarming the guards.
As the waves of my orgasm start to fade, I’m left breathless, my body trembling. Before I can catch my breath, Grigori leans in, his voice rough and full of need.
“I need to taste you.”
A thrill runs through me at his words. His hands slide under my shirt, and I feel the warmth of his palms as they cup my breasts, rubbing my nipples until they’re hard and sensitive. He pulls my shirt over my head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside, leaving me bare before him.
Then he drops to his knees, kissing the inside of my thighs, making me shiver. No one’s ever gone down on me before, and the thought sends a surge of excitement through me.
My heart races as he moves closer, his lips brushing against my skin, inching toward where I want him most. Finally, he reaches my pussy, spreading me open with his fingers. The first flick of his tongue against my clit sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t help but gasp.
His mouth is relentless as he licks and sucks, exploring me with a skill that makes my head spin. I can’t believe how good it feels, the heat building inside me all over again. I grab his hair, guiding him deeper as his tongue moves with precision, sending sparks of pleasure through every nerve in my body.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he growls against my pussy, his voice sending vibrations straight through me. “I could eat you forever.”
My body trembles, his words driving me even crazier.
“You love this, don’t you?” he murmurs, sliding another finger inside. “This beautiful little pussy is mine to play with.”
I’m breathless, overwhelmed, and on the verge of an orgasm so intense I can barely keep it together. And he knows it.
Grigori’s tongue works magic between my legs, but when he slides a third finger inside me, the intensity skyrockets. My body arches, and I can barely sit up straight, the pleasure overwhelming.
His eyes flick up to meet mine, and that damn smirk pulls at his lips, like he knows exactly how good he’s making me feel.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, breath coming in short, uneven gasps as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. His fingers move in sync with his tongue, curling inside me just right, sending shivers through every inch of my body.
Then it hits—a wave of pleasure so powerful it crashes over me, leaving me trembling. My toes curl, my legs tighten around his head, and I let out a strangled moan as the orgasm rolls through me, intense and all-consuming. My body shakes, my breath catching in my throat as the bliss pulses through me, again and again.
As I come down, still breathless and trembling, Grigori watches me with those dark, hungry eyes. His smirk deepens, and he stands, scooping me up in his strong arms.
“You look so fucking sexy when you come,” he says. “I love watching your body fall apart for me.”
His words send a shiver through me, and I can’t help the blush that rises to my cheeks. He carries me to the bed, laying me down gently as if I’m precious cargo, before slipping off the rest of his clothes.
He moves behind me, pulling me close into a tight spoon, his muscular body pressing against mine. The heat of his skin, the strength of his arms wrapped around me—it makes me feel safe in a way I’m not used to. But more than that, it makes me want him all over again.
‘You’ve got me addicted, princess,’ he whispers, his lips brushing my ear. ‘I’m not done with you yet.’
He slides his hand possessively over my waist and I know he means it. I can’t wait for him to be inside me again.
I press my ass against him, noting his breath hot against my neck, the slow rise and fall of his chest. In one smooth motion, he slides inside, filling me completely. His strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me close as we move in perfect rhythm.
As much as I crave his usual teasing and dirty talk, right now all I can focus on is the way our bodies fit together, like we were lost puzzle pieces that finally found one another. There’s passion, and something that almost feels like romance. It scares me, this intensity between us, but instead of pulling back, I lean into it. For once, I don’t care about being in control. I want him to take me.
Grigori grips my hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, each movement more deliberate than the last. His breath is hot against my neck as he pounds into me, our bodies slick with sweat. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, but it’s the connection that’s got me spinning.
Another orgasm builds, raw and overwhelming. I gasp, feeling him tense behind me, and as he drives into me one last time, we both come hard. He groans, filling me with his release and I shudder, clenching around him as my own climax rips through me.
He stays inside me, holding me tight, neither of us saying a word, his breath steady against my skin.
What is this? I wonder, my heart racing. Something’s changed between us, and I don’t know what it means.
I give in, letting myself melt into whatever’s happening between us, snuggling up against his warm body. His arm wraps around me, pulling me closer, and for once, I don’t overthink it. I just feel.
“If I’d known how much you couldn’t resist a peeping Tom, I would’ve snuck into your window years ago.”
I laugh, shaking my head.
I’ve got so much weighing on my mind—my tangled feelings for him, the danger he’s in, the secrets swirling around us.
But when he kisses my shoulder, soft and lingering, I decide to forget it all. Just for tonight, I push it all away. The worry, the danger, the looming threats—all of it fades as I close my eyes and feel the warmth of his body against mine, his steady breath brushing my skin.
In this moment, wrapped in his arms, nothing else matters. Not the cartel, not the tension between us, not the storm brewing outside these walls. I let go of everything, allowing the comfort of his presence lull me into a calm I haven’t felt in days.
As his hand rests protectively on my waist, I drift off to sleep, knowing that for now, I’m exactly where I want to be.