The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 108: Hurt

Chapter 108: Hurt

"God, you’re so tight," he growled. She whimpered, attempting to arch her hips to coax him in, but he held all the power. Frustration gnawed at her.

"It might hurt," he warned, his tongue still circling her sensitive breast.

"I don’t care!" she protested, gripping his hair tighter. He groaned at the sensation and lifted his face to hers, kissing her fiercely, his tongue dancing with hers while he tantalizingly teased her with the head of his cock at her entrance.

"Please..." she whimpered, writhing beneath him.

His fingers tangled in her hair, gently cradling her head as he looked at her with intense desire.

She closed her eyes.

"Keep them open," he demanded huskily.

She obeyed, meeting his gaze.

With his other hand still around himself, he pushed his hips forward again. Once more, he encountered resistance. She could feel herself stretching, eager to accommodate him.

"Remo!" she cried out with a jolt of pain as he thrust hard and deep, breaking through her virginity.

Arching up, she gripped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his skin as tears burned behind her eyes.

"I’m so sorry, love," he whispered against her neck, his lips scattering soothing kisses as he held still, buried deep and tight inside her. "Just give it a few seconds. Relax. Let yourself adjust to it. I promise it’ll be better."

Nodding, she dragged in a few deep, calming breaths, loosening her grip and letting her muscles drain off the tension.

Remo still didn’t move, his arms still wrapped tight around her, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Better?" he asked gently.

She closed her eyes and focused on her body, urging herself to relax and open up.

He made a subtle movement, and she moaned, not solely from the receding pain but from the sense of fullness within her.

This man—beautiful, brilliant, and broken—was inside her, filling her, possessing her.

"Better," she answered faintly, tentatively moving her hips upward to draw him in deeper.

The friction elicited a blend of pain and pleasure, and her body quickly craved more.

"More," she murmured, gripping his shoulders to encourage him to move

He pressed his forehead against hers, his hips inching forward slightly, allowing another inch of his considerable width to slip further inside of her.

She moaned softly, feeling his lips hovering over hers, his breath growing rugged and uneven as he flexed his hips once more.

A bit more of him sank into her, and she could feel her insides straining as her body struggled to accommodate his size.

It hurt... God, it hurt... But it was the most delicious pain she had ever felt in her life. It was the only pain she had ever experienced that she wanted more of.

Hee pressed forward, gradually submerging himself deeper inside her. She felt him shiver, sensed the way her wet heat squeezed around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck..." he hissed through clenched teeth. With a final push, he was fully inside her.

Their hips met, and he stilled, raising his hand to join the other near her face.

They melded together perfectly.

She groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, struggling to catch her breath as the fullness of him continued to stretch her narrow walls.

He panted through his nose, his jaw clenched tightly, his gaze locked on her. Every muscle in his body tensed with restraint. She could feel his urge to move, to take her hard and rough, but he resisted

He waited, observing her face as it gradually relaxed while she adjusted to the sensation of him inside her. Nothing could’ve prepared her for this bitter sweet pain. It was excruciating. She felt as if she might tear, his wide girth stretching her to the limit.

"Are you alright?" he grunted through his teeth, clinging to his restraint with every ounce of willpower.

The sharp pain began to fade, replaced by a strange, heavy fullness that felt different. She nodded up at him. "Yes..."

"I’m going to move now, baby," he whispered.

She gripped his upper arms, relishing the solid muscle beneath her fingers. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, delighting in the way his pupils dilated as his eyes flicked down to her mouth.

When he met her gaze again, heat surged through her. "Move," she said.

"I-I know I promised you a passionate night but fuck—-can’t—sorry—will make it up to you..some other time...."

Remo grunted in a low voice,when he thrust his hips forward, breathing heavier as his voice became strained,

" God I don’t think I can go slow much longer - I need you, please, I need to know how you feel. I’ll make it up to you, I promise but I can’t take much more of this."

Abby tried to respond but her breath hitched in her throat, her words getting stuck when his fists clenched in her hair as he withdrew and then drove his entire length back into her with full force, she let out a piercing scream.

He withdrew again, then pounded into her. Over and over he repeated the motion.

She felt like she might split in half from the intensity of his thrusts, her breasts bouncing with each movement as she cried out repeatedly.

Every inch of her body burned with sensation. There was no room for thoughts or emotions, only overwhelming pleasure. She could sense every nuance of his ecstasy, mingling with her own.

"Fuck!" he snarled into her ear. She clung tightly to him, her arms and legs wrapped around him as he thrust powerfully in and out of her.

Each movement sent electric shocks coursing through her body.

At that moment, she found herself utterly helpless, surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body as her limbs trembled with each of his more forceful, deeper thrusts. His movements elicited sounds of pleasure from her, filling the air with obscenities, yet his gaze remained fixed on her face, a mixture of captivation and intense desire evident in his eyes.