OBSESSED Series

Chapter 24

“Like what?”

“Like you’re nervous. Or scared of me. Please…I’ll go back to being me as soon as I can get this one fuck, honey. I’m dying. I need to bang you—hard and rough and mean. I thought I could go easy, but I was wrong. I was wrong.” He shoves the jeans down to his knees and fists his enormous erection, coming down over me, baring his teeth against my mouth. “I hurt everywhere. Your pussy is the only thing that can make it stop. It’s going to take a pounding, Stella. There’s nothing I can do to stop myself at this point. You’ve driven me insane. With the honey and cream smell of it and that tight fucking grind you give me through our clothes, right to the edge. Stopping me right at the fucking edge. Not this time. Open your legs.”

I’ll go back to being me as soon as…

He’s right. He’s not himself right now. He’s been reduced to his basest instincts and I had a major role in making him this way. Pushing him to this animal state. So I have to snap him out of it before he does something he regrets. Like hurt me. “You can be sweet,” I breathe, sliding my fingers into his hair. “You love me, Gage. You don’t want to hurt me or make me cry. You can be gentle for my first time.” I lap at his upper lip with my tongue. “My hero can do anything.”

His intensity falters slightly, a crease appearing between his brows. Humanity warms the light brown of his eyes. He does not like the possibility of me shedding tears. Not at all. But he shakes his head, speaking in a low rumble. “I’m not your hero right now,” he grates, pinning my thighs open with his hips, slapping his steely erection down against my slit. One, two, three. “Later, I will be. Right now, I’m the guy who is going to fuck you rotten in the woods where no one can hear you wail.”

Part of me is shockingly turned on by that. By the imagery of his powerful body bucking above my smaller one, the truck pitching back and forth, his grunts mingling with my cries. I want to know him at that most basic level. Man reduced to beast. I want to know him in every single way, even that one, but I know he’ll hate himself for being too rough with me and I want to save him that guilt. “What if I can’t see you as my hero after you hurt me?”

He freezes, fear cutting across his expression. “I’m not me right now, honey,” he whispers. “It’s not just that I’m so hot to fuck you I can barely think straight, it’s…it’s the need to stake my claim. When I walked out of class and you were standing there…”

“What?”

“Men were standing too close. On all sides.” His nostrils flare, murder blackening his eyes. “And I hadn’t put my come inside you yet. They know. They sense it and they wonder if there’s still time to claim you, before I can do it. Next time you’re in a public, every time you’re in public from now on, you’re going to carry my scent. My sperm. Everywhere. All the time.”

“I want that, too.” I go up on my elbows, kissing his mouth. “Come back to me, Gage.”

It takes a few moments of kissing his lips before they begin to soften. And then he makes a broken sound, dropping his weight fully on top of me, kissing me frantically. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. You just drive me fucking insane, Stella. I’m obsessed with you. I’m out of my head.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper as his teeth latch onto my ear, scrape down my neck. “I love you. I’m sorry.”

After feasting beneath my ear, mashing his lips and teeth into the curve of my throat, neck, shoulder, he moves lower. Kissing down my body until he reaches my skirt, working it up to my hips. His hot breaths bathe my inner thighs and I try not to squirm self-consciously as he looks his fill, nibbling at sensitive flesh, before parting my sex with a groaning lick.

“Oh. Honey. So goddamn wet for your man.” He presses his face to me, rubbing it side to side. Reveling. “Good girl.”