The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 40: Piece of art

Chapter 40: Piece of art

Abby found herself pressed against the bed on her back, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as Remo’s large, muscular frame hovered above her, his face inches away, baring a deep, dark desire through his burning hazel gaze.

Her gaze darted away, her heart pounding against her chest, as she couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes.

She covered her face with her hand, her fingers peeking through as she attempted to shield herself from his gaze, feeling utterly shy and vulnerable in his presence.

As someone who had grown up hating how she looked and being reminded how ugly she was everyday she suddenly felt self-conscious.

It was hard not to hate yourself when everyone does. She felt ashamed being naked to him like this.

Fortunately he didn’t see the scars on her back that she had gotten from her auntie’s beating. Will he be disgusted?

"Are you hiding yourself, love? Don’t—let me see your beautiful face, don’t hide from me."

Remo said gently as he grasped her arms to pull them away.

Abby closed her eyes when he removed her hands too ashamed to meet his gaze. She wished the ground would open and swallowed her right now

"Damn...what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re hiding from me. Are you shy?"

Abby shook her head, "I’m ugly—afraid you’re— disgusted."

"Fuck..." he cussed under his breath and she didn’t know if that was good or bad "Look at me Abby"

She kept her eyes closed and his voice became more stern "Look. At. Me"

Forcing her eyes open, she felt her heart sink the moment she saw his expression; it was enough to make her want to disappear as he gazed at her intently.

"I have no idea why you would think I would be disgusted with your body. You’re absolutely gorgeous, not even a single flaw I can find. If only you could see what I see. So fucking beautiful." He said.

"Let’s fix those insecurities because you are a masterpiece that needs to be displayed for the world to see. My lovely wife," he murmured softly, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on her forehead.

"You have no idea what you do to me. Let me show you—just how perfect you’re."

He pulled away, making her back arch up. Crawling off of her, he stood at the edge of the bed, keeping his starving eyes on her as they darted all over her body like they couldn’t decide where to stay. He started to undo his sweatpants, tugging them down once they were open.

He let out a relieved groan once they were down past his hips, presumably from the lack of restriction he had now. She tried not to look while he shuffled them down his legs to kick them off, but the hard bulge begging to get out of his briefs was hard to miss.

She flushed at the sight and felt a moisture pool between her legs.

He brought his fingers up to push his hair away from his face and sighed, looking like he was in pain. "You’re making it really difficult to have self-control right now, Freckles," he said.

She just stared at him with her brows furrowed together. How? She was just laying down naked doing nothing.

She bit her lip, unsure of what to say. Her heart was hammering in her chest.

Remo rubbed his hands over his face, groaning a strained ’fuck’ into his hands, before dropping them and stepping forward to hover over her again.

Remo gazed at her and gently brushed his fingers over Abby’s cheek, tracing the delicate pattern of her freckles. "You know," he began, his voice warm with sincerity, "your freckles are like little pieces of stardust sprinkled across your face. They make you look absolutely radiant."

Abby’s cheeks flushed pink with delight, and a shy smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She had always been self-conscious about her freckles, but in that moment, Remo’s words made her feel like they were a cherished part of her beauty.

He started pressing kisses to her cheek kissing her freckles, starting to move his wet lips down towards her neck as his hands slid down her arms in a slow trail as he continued to speak "Your neck," he murmured, his voice carrying warmth, "it’s like a graceful curve of a swan’s neck, elegant and enchanting." His fingers traced the delicate line of her neck paired with his mouth, emphasizing its slender beauty.

She was trying to listen to him, but the ache he had started between her legs felt like it was throbbing in her ears, and his hands felt like they were screaming against her skin as they explored it.

A soft groan left him, before continuing his torturous kisses and nips in between is low raspy confessions

"Crazy of me to think I could stay away from you."

He brought his mouth against her ear, his hot breath making her shiver as his hands went back down her thighs, and he dragged his blunt nails from the inside of her knees up to the tops of her inner thighs and she gasped.

"I told myself that you were off limits, trust me I tried not to think about you" he murmured, his voice dropping to the low tone that made her stomach twist.

"Those beautiful doe eyes that spark with so much innocence. You are completely clueless to how enticing you are and it makes it so much worse. The deep shade of pink that taints your cheeks anytime you’re shy is my favorite."

He trailed kisses along her shoulders and down to the ridges of her breasts, leaving her skin on fire along his chosen path. Her head fell back, surrendering more of her flesh to him, a moan escaping from her lips.

"You have the most exquisite breasts," Remo murmured, his voice a whisper against the quiet intimacy of the room.

"They’re like works of art, sculpted by the hands of a master craftsman."