The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 205: I know

Chapter 205: I know

How had things switched with them so much that he was now the one apprehensive about sex? It seemed his regrets were limiting him. Abby didn’t want that—he made a mistake and she has forgiven him.

Abby leaned forward and kissed him, capturing his bottom lip with her own before deepening the kiss and slipping her tongue into his mouth to taste him.

He kissed her back eagerly, his mouth attacking hers with hunger and desperation. She used this opportunity to unbutton his trousers, one of her hand sneaking inside to take hold of his erection. Her fingers brushed around the tip before she grasped her hand around his slick, rock-hard length, feeling it twitch in her grip.

Remo’s mouth broke away from hers as he gasped in a moan, his nails digging into the skin of her thighs that he clamped his fingers into. His eyes darted between her face and down between them in shock.

"Fucking hell!" he exclaimed.

He pulled away and swiftly shed his trousers, returning to hover above her on the bed with a hungry look in his eyes.

Abby held onto him tightly, feeling his hand grip her hip while the other tangled in the back of her hair. His eyes were closed as he groaned through gritted teeth.

"Abby," he breathed as he entered her, "God, I love... I love how you feel. I missed you so damn much—I missed this. I can’t believe I almost screwed it up."

His chest rose and fell rapidly, his muscles tense with anticipation as he struggled to form coherent sentences.

"I missed you too," Abby whispered, her breath catching in her throat as she felt a rush of emotions flood over her. "You’re all I could think about since you left."

His grip on her hip tightened as he leaned in closer, his movements slow and deliberate as he pushed further into her.

Abby gasped, her body responding eagerly to his touch. "Sorry, I just need a moment," he said, stopping his movement, his voice strained with desire. "I was trying not to lose control as soon as I entered you."

Abby nodded, her heart racing with excitement. "It’s okay, Remo. I just want you."

He looked into her eyes, a mixture of desire and adoration in his gaze. "I’m addicted to you," he confessed, his voice low and husky. "The thought of being with anyone else is disgusting to me now. God, I’m crazy over you," he confessed, closing his eyes again and sucking his lower lip under his front teeth. He used his hold on her hips to raise her up a bit and started very slow, careful thrusts into her, as if he was testing himself or his limits.

Abby watched his whole body shudder, the muscles in his neck straining as he clenched his jaw and tilted his chin up, his brows furrowed in pleasure.

She was mesmerized by him, unable to stop watching.

Remo took a deep breath, his movements becoming less controlled and careful. His hips rolled up with harder thrusts, he slammed to her mercilessly.

"You feel so good—damn good," he groaned.

Abby started moving her hips to match his thrusts. It was so good—so fucking good it hurts so good.

Remo felt the tension building within him, a relentless desire to hold back his release, prolonging the moment for as long as he could. But Abby didn’t need him to hold back; she wanted him to feel the same intense pleasure she was experiencing.

Opening his eyes, he gazed at her with a mix of longing and urgency. "You’re stunning," he whispered, his breaths becoming ragged as his thrusts grew more fervent, delving deeper into her.

Abby’s muscles tightened around him, eliciting a breathless plea from her lips, "Remo, please."

Unsure of what she was asking for precisely, she simply wanted him to lose himself in the pleasure they shared. Hearing her plea, Remo’s mouth fell open in a guttural moan, his movements becoming more urgent as he pulled her closer, his forehead pressing against her chest.

He cursed and groaned with each movement, his grip on her tightening as he matched her pace. Abby, overcome with sensation, tangled her fingers in his hair, her own breath hitching with each passionate sound he made.

"Say my name again," he begged, his voice thick with need, punctuating his request with forceful thrusts, driving them both to the brink of ecstasy.

"Remo"

Abby compiled without hesitation, her voice a breathless melody that drove him wild. With a surge of passion, he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate kiss.

As Remo’s lips part from hers, he lets out a whimper, his body trembling with the impending release. "Fuck, I’m - I’m gonna come, Abby, fucking hell."

Abby feels herself being pulled down against him, their hips moving in sync as they reach the pinnacle of pleasure. Remo’s whole body tenses, his head falling back as he gives in to the overwhelming sensation.

Mesmerized by him, Abby watches as he succumbs to ecstasy, his expression contorted in blissful agony. With each pulse of release, he groans and curses, his body writhing with pleasure.

She moves against him, prolonging his pleasure until he’s spent, his warm release filling her as he twitches and pulses inside her. Remo’s grip on her face softens as he pulls her lips back to his, his touch tender and loving despite his ragged breaths.

"I’m so fucked when it comes to you," he murmurs, his voice filled with adoration. "You make me feel fucking amazing."

Abby smiles, her heart swelling with affection. "I can’t get enough of you either."

Abby presses a gentle kiss on Remo’s cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before she whispers, "I love you."

Remo stiffens briefly, his breath catching in his throat, but then he relaxes, pulling her even closer to him. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly against his chest, and presses his lips to the top of her head.

"I know."