A Dangerous Obsession
Chapter 85 - 18+ - 84

Chapter 85: 18+ Chapter 84

His hands slid up my thigh, slow and deliberate, sending shivers racing up my spine. The fabric of my garment bunched higher with every inch his fingers traveled, exposing my skin to the cool air and his burning touch. My breath caught, my pulse pounding as his crimson eyes—those piercing, otherworldly eyes—held mine captive. There was no escape from their intensity, no mistaking the unspoken promise within them.

"Your Majesty," I whispered, my voice trembling. It came out more like a plea than I intended, edged with a flicker of panic I couldn’t quite hide.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice low, and smooth. That single syllable silenced my thoughts, scattering them like leaves in the wind. He knelt slowly, his movements deliberate, as if savoring the moment. My heart hammered in my chest, and yet, I couldn’t look away.

He leaned in, burying his face between my thighs, his breath warm against my clit, the closeness making my pulse race wildly.

His tongue danced, sending shivers down my spine as his fingers teased my sensitive folds.

I gasped. My whole body jerked in response, my fingers digging into the edge of the table behind me as I struggled to ground myself. Every nerve in my body seemed to come alive at once, electrified by that fleeting touch.

"Relax," he whispered, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating against my clit. The sensation was intoxicating, a heady mix of reassurance and command that left no room for argument.

I squeezed my eyes shut, biting down on my lip to suppress the moan clawing its way up my throat. But it was useless; my body had already betrayed me. Heat pooled low in my stomach, spreading like wildfire, leaving me breathless and trembling.

"Look at me," he said, his tone soft but unyielding.

I opened my eyes reluctantly, feeling as though he was peeling back every layer of my soul with just that gaze. His smirk deepened as our eyes locked again, and the corners of his mouth curved into something wickedly satisfied, as if he could see every ounce of restraint I clung to slipping through my fingers.

"You’re holding back," he murmured, his lips grazing my clit as he spoke. "Don’t."

The husky sound of his voice sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through me. My chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, the tension building with every second. His hands gripped my thighs firmly now, holding me in place as he dipped lower, his rough tongue darting in and out of my folds, lapping up my essence as his rough hands roamed, caressing my body, savoring the feel of my skin.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore—a soft, broken moan escaped me, and his eyes darkened at the sound. The way he looked at me, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered, made the ground feel like it was slipping out from under me. My head fell back, lips parting as he claimed me in ways that left me breathless, unraveling under the spell of his touch.

"Good," he murmured, his face still buried between my thigh, the single word vibrating through me. "Don’t hide from me."

And I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Every inch of me felt like it was his to uncover, and I surrendered completely to the moment, his every touch and whisper pulling me deeper into something I couldn’t escape—and didn’t want to.

A strange warmth built in my chest, spreading like wildfire through my veins. It was as if a dam had burst inside me, flooding every corner of my being with an overwhelming, unfamiliar force. My breath hitched, and a shiver rolled down my spine as the sensation surged forward, unstoppable and fierce.

His breathing became heavy, a low growl escaping him as he lifted his head, using his tongue to wipe his lips. "You taste amazing, darling."

I looked away, heat rushing to my cheeks as my breaths came in shallow, uneven gasp.

He leaned in, his breath warm and intoxicating against my skin, the closeness making my pulse race wildly. His lips hovered just inches from mine, teasing, daring me to move, to say something—anything—but I couldn’t.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, his voice low, almost daring.

I didn’t want him to. I really didn’t.

But I couldn’t bring myself to say it, so I bit down hard on my lip, swallowing the words that threatened to escape.

His smirk deepened as if he already knew my answer, as if my silence spoke louder than any words ever could. He tilted my chin with a firm but gentle touch, forcing me to meet his gaze. His crimson eyes burned into mine, intense and unrelenting, stripping away every layer of control I thought I had.

My breath hitched, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. "Exactly," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "That’s exactly what I thought."

And then he closed the distance, capturing my lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was consuming, demanding, like he wanted to leave no part of me untouched. His hand tightened on my chin, anchoring me in place as his mouth moved against mine, igniting a fire that spread through my veins.

His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. The heat of him seeped through my skin, making me feel as though I’d been set on fire.

When his mouth left mine, I gasped, only to feel his lips grazing the edge of my jaw, his breath warm against my skin. He moved slowly, pressing soft kisses along the column of my throat, lingering in a way that made my head tilt back, offering more of myself to him

I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—there was only him. His lips, his touch, his overwhelming presence that pulled me under like a relentless tide, and I had no intention of fighting it.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered, his voice low, rough, like he was confessing a secret meant only for me.

My hands found his shoulders, clutching at the fabric of his garment like it was the only thing keeping me tethered. He chuckled softly, the sound sending a wave of anticipation coursing through me.

His mouth reached the hollow of my collarbone, and he paused, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. I sucked in a breath, a sharp sound that earned me a satisfied hum from him.

"You taste like heaven," he whispered, his lips brushing against the words, each one an intimate caress.

My hands tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, earning a low growl from him that sent a thrill straight through me. His lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses that felt like a brand, each one claiming a part of me I hadn’t realized I was willing to give.

When he reached the curve of my shoulder, he bit down lightly, just enough to make me gasp again. His tongue soothed the spot immediately, and then he sucked, his lips forming a seal that I knew would leave a mark. A reminder.

"Mine," he murmured against my skin, his voice rougher now, more insistent.

The possessiveness in that single word sent my heart into a frenzy. My fingers tightened in his hair as I arched into him, silently begging for more.

His hands explored my back, his fingers trailing over the fabric of my garment before slipping underneath to touch bare skin. Each stroke was slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of me.

His rough hands roamed, caressing down my body, savoring the feel of my skin until they were just between my legs. He growled, as his fingers slid inside me.

I gasp.

"I’ve wanted this," he confessed, his voice breaking slightly, like the admission cost him something. His lips were at my ear now, his breath sending a shiver down my spine. "I’ve wanted you."

"Craved you," he added, his voice deep and husky.

The words stole the air from my lungs, leaving me trembling in his arms. His mouth was back on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before he sucked again, this time harder. His finger dipping deeper.

"Say it," he urged, his hands gripping my hips, holding me firmly against him. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours," I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could even think to stop them.

And with that, his lips claimed mine again, harder this time, hungrier, leaving no doubt in my mind that I’d just given myself over to something far greater than either of us could control.