The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 110: False hope

Chapter 110: False hope

Abby’s eyes flickered open, remnants of her nightmare clinging to her like cobwebs. Panic gripped her chest as she surveyed the unfamiliar room, the stark reality hitting her hard. Beside her, Remo slept peacefully, a stark contrast to her inner turmoil.

Heart racing, she sat up abruptly, sheets tangling around her legs as memories of last night flooded back. Izzy’s accusing glare lingered, her words cutting deep.

Abby turned to Remo, relief flooding her at his serene expression. It was just a dream, she reassured herself.

But doubts lingered, whispering in her mind. Could it really be just a dream? Izzy’s accusations echoed, taunting her.

With a shaky breath, Abby pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on Remo’s comforting presence.

She watched his chest rise and fall, his peaceful features soft in sleep. Memories of their shared intimacy filled her mind, the passion feeling almost surreal.

A smile touched her lips as she brushed a strand of hair from Remo’s forehead, marveling at his vulnerability.

Despite exhaustion, her gaze remained fixed on him, unable to escape the memories of their night together.

They lay naked, a rarity for her, but she didn’t care. Remo’s playful promise to cuddle her had won over modesty.

Warmth spread through her at the memory of him holding her, his heartbeat lulling her to sleep.

Despite her naive hope that their intimacy wouldn’t change anything, Abby felt the desire for deeper connection stir within her.

She teetered on the edge of falling for him completely, fearing the inevitable hurt.

Trusting Remo’s intentions, she struggled with her own worthiness of love, hoping their connection meant as much to him as it did to her.

Abby’s mind churned with conflicting emotions as she wrestled with the depth of her feelings for Remo and the uncertainty of his intentions.

She knew she was teetering on the brink of emotional vulnerability, yet she couldn’t help but hope for something more despite the risks. With each passing moment, the weight of her insecurities threatened to crush her, leaving her questioning her own worthiness of love.

Despite her best efforts to guard her heart, she couldn’t shake the fear of inevitable hurt. As she watched Remo sleeping peacefully beside her, she couldn’t help but wonder if their connection meant as much to him as it did to her, or if she was merely clinging to false hope

As she lay there, memories flooding her mind, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him before her, grateful that he remained unaware of the effect he had on her.

Despite their proximity, Abby yearned to be even closer to Remo. She gently slid her hand over his stomach, feeling the steady rise and fall with each breath he took. He radiated warmth, comforting and inviting. It felt absurd how soft she had become for him, but she couldn’t deny it any longer, squarely blaming him.

As her hand continued its exploratory journey, she was met with a sleepy hum from Remo, prompting her amusement. His contented sigh reassured her of his peaceful slumber, and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Her fingers glided over his lower abdomen, tracing the faint trail of hair beneath the blanket. She observed his stomach muscles twitch in response to her touch, coaxing another sleepy hum from him.

The sound triggered a flood of memories, tightening her stomach and quickening her pulse. Swallowing nervously, she tried to quell the sudden surge of desire.

As her hand slipped beneath the covers, she brushed against what felt like a painfully hard erection, causing her brows to shoot up in surprise. A mischievous streak stirred within her.

With utmost care, she lifted the covers to reveal his arousal, stealing a glance at his face to check if he had stirred. Finding him still deeply asleep, she felt a twinge of curiosity.

With stealthy movements, she shifted herself down to kneel beside his hips, her thigh brushing against his. With delicate touch, she reached up, her fingertips gliding over the smooth skin of his erection, watching for any reaction.

A brief twitch of his brows and another sleepy sigh was all she received. Despite this, a flutter stirred in her stomach as she continued, feeling his arousal under her touch.

His lips parted with a shallow breath, his hips shifting slightly, yet he remained sound asleep. Reflecting on their evolving intimacy, she leaned in, holding his erection steady as she explored further.

Encouraged by his reaction, she decided to fully commit, embracing the moment with fervor.

Remo’s sharp intake of breath revealed his arousal, his closed eyes indicating his immersion in the moment. With practiced ease, she regulated her own breathing, tracing her tongue along him as she descended, reacquainting herself with sensations long absent.

His breathing quickened, urging her on as she guided him deeper into her mouth, maintaining a deliberate, unhurried rhythm with her hand. Every taste, touch, and sight of him was savored.

In response, his hips surged upward, a gasp escaping his lips, accompanied by a deeper furrow of his brow. As she took him deeper, she elicited a low, throaty moan from him.

Remo began to stir, his eyes fluttering open with a disoriented frown. Seizing the moment, she swallowed around him, feeling his tip brush against the back of her throat.

Suppressing the urge to laugh, she continued until Remo’s eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting hers with surprise and bewilderment.

His hoarse voice trailed off in disbelief, a shocked moan escaping him, followed by a breathless "Holy fuck"

Caught between pleasure and confusion, his brows were furrowed together.

As he rubbed his face in disbelief, she maintained her pace, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Abby - what’re you... when did you- What’s going on- oh fuck," he managed, his voice strained with pleasure as she picked up the rhythm, relishing the sensation despite the familiar burn in her jaw.

With a knowing hum, she continued, fueled by his evident enjoyment and her own escalating pleasure.