The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 109: Trouble

Chapter 109: Trouble

His unruly, damp hair formed a messy halo around his face and shoulders, with strands clinging to his forehead and neck. His brows furrowed tightly together, and his jaw clenched and released in rhythm with his powerful thrusts.

The pressure inside her continued to build, spreading from her core down her legs and throughout her body. Despite knowing what was about to happen, the sensation hit her like a freight train.

"Remo - oh god, I’m cl- oh jesus fucking christ," she gasped out the words, her voice trembling and on the brink of tears, overwhelmed by the relentless assault of pleasure on her body.

"Go on,babe, show me how you feel - fuck, cum, baby."

She had no say in the matter; she was going to come whether she liked it or not.

And she did. Intensely.

Her orgasm ripped through her body, causing her to shake uncontrollably. With her chest arched up and her shoulders pressed firmly into the mattress, she chanted a mixture of profanity and prayers as if they were the only words she knew.

"Fuck—-Remo—-Oh my—rutting——holy shit——I’m ——" she chanted breathlessly as her muscles contracted

Funny because she rarely uttered those words. It seems he didn’t only corrupt her body...her whole soul was destroyed.

Meanwhile, Remo remained relentless, continuing to thrust into her without mercy.

Her mindless moans were abruptly cut off as he pressed his lips against hers, though the kiss almost felt unnecessary with Remo on the brink of his own orgasm while her walls clamped and spasmed around him.

He growled out shocked, "Abigail- ah! fuck, jesus - I’m—" His words were cut off as his thrusts became uneven, his body tensing and trembling as he slammed forward. Eventually, he cried out, "Oh fucking hell," his forehead dropping against hers, his mouth going slack. The air was filled with the most erotic noises she had ever heard as his body was consumed with bliss as violently as hers.

She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to focus on anything except the sensation of their bodies harmonizing with each other, while bright, colorful lights danced behind her closed eyelids.

When he finally stilled, and the aftershocks of her release continued to wash over her, she felt as if she might be in another realm. This, she thought, was exactly what heaven must feel like. Being here, in his arms, becoming one with him... It was pure bliss.

The room was filled only with their ragged breaths, the soft rustle of sheets as she clung to Remo, and the steady rhythm of their hearts beating.

"I—I—love —you," she murmured into his ear, running her fingers through his thick, damp hair.

He lifted his face to meet hers, his eyes shimmering with emotion. Although he didn’t say those words back she didn’t care. She was content with this—whatever that was going on at the moment.

He kissed her slowly and tenderly, his hand gently sweeping away the strands of damp hair from her face.

"It’s never been like that for me," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

"Thank you, love. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same man again after tonight."

"Is it good or bad that you won’t be the same man again?" she mumbled.

Remo’s arm tightened around her back, pulling her closer, his free hand clasping hers on his stomach. "That was a ’I think I’m going to be craving you more now that I have finally had a taste of you-like an addiction. Addiction messes even the stronger men up. They’re never the same again" he mused, his voice deeper and slower from exhaustion.

"I can relate," she agreed, honesty evident in her voice, surprised she was still awake.

She could hear the pleased smile in his voice, finding it cute as it kicked up an octave in surprise. "Really?"

Nuzzling her face against his chest, she nodded, feeling the tired chuckle vibrate under his skin.

"You know, I was right earlier," he murmured, tracing slow patterns up and down her arm with his fingertips.

She blinked in confusion, she had no clue what he meant, knowing she needed to get up and shower but feeling too lazy to move. "Right about what?"

Taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly, he sounded like he was speaking more to himself than to her. "I’m in so much trouble when it comes to you, Freckles."

"Stay right there," he instructed before springing off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room.

When he returned a minute later, he had removed his condom and he was holding a warm, damp towel and handfuls of tissue. With gentle care, he wiped away the sweats from her belly. Then, he delicately shifted her legs apart, wiping along her inner thighs before pressing the warm towel against her sore, throbbing mound.

She let out a sigh of relief, closing her eyes as he continued to dab at her skin with the towel.

He went to dispose of the used tissue in the trash in the bathroom and came back.

"I have a nice, warm bath ready for you," he announced, dropping the towel on the floor and lifting her into his arms. "It’ll help soothe the soreness."

As he carried her into the bathroom, the tub was nearly full. He carefully lowered her into the water and turned off the faucet. "No soap, it might sting," he cautioned, creating a small wave with his hand. "The discomfort fades with time, dear . It gets better."

She smiled and reached out to touch his arm. "I know. Join me,Remo. I wanna be in your arms."

His grin widened as he stepped into the tub, adjusting the water level. "Come closer, my dear darling wife," he said tenderly, pulling her into his embrace until she was nestled against him, her back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

"It was beautiful," she murmured, enjoying the soothing circles his hands traced on her belly. "I’ll never forget this."

He kissed her temple. "There’s so much more to experience,Abigail. I’ll be there to guide you every step of the way."