Lustful Eyes | 18+ |

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He traced his fingers softly over her naked hip. Her head rested on his chest as she slept peacefully, like a log to be specific. Her soft hair scattered all over his chest and his lips pressed against her head.

He watched her in awe.

He was truly captivated by this little angel. She was so fragile yet strong. If it was any other person, he knew they wouldn’t have survived a day with him let alone so many days.

Her skin felt like velvet against the rough pad of his fingers. She was heavenly. God, he had said this to himself so many times and still couldn’t get enough of saying it over and over again.

He had planned the entire day. He knew that if he got her in the bed, under him, he would make sure she was open and passed out. And he did. He had one of the most exquisite sex. Sex with her was always amazing. He just couldn’t describe how it felt, it was something he had never experienced.

And yesterday night was special. She had given into her pleasures.  He liked it when she gave in. He closed his eyes remembering her under him.

He held her closer to him, cherishing her. It was so much more o him than it was to her. When he thought having her by force was serenity, she only felt caged.

Brushing her hair from over her face, he drew imaginary circles on her skin, trying to be as soft as he could to wake her up.

He wanted to see the spark in his eyes when tells her that he will be spending the whole day with her. He hadn’t really gotten any time for that.

Annalise blinked her eyes open and stared down at the blanket covering her body. She knew her head was rested on his chest by his strong scent and the rise and fall of his chest. She didn’t move but stayed there. She knew for a fact that he would do something if she doesn’t stay still.

He had embedded fear deep inside her. Enough to send chills down her bones.

“I know you are up,” he said. No matter how much he tried there was still a dominance. He loved the control and her submission meant was his ultimate goal. And she had been breaking her restrains and giving in, just as he wanted.

Anna didn’t reply. She just stared at their body before she placed her hands on his body and pushed herself up. Her silent way of telling, let go. She moved as far away as she could from him and coved her body with the sheets they both laid entangled in.

She looked at him godly before turning her face away and pushing her hair behind her ear.

Andreas who noticed her cold look clenched his jaw ad glared at her, which she was oblivious about. Breathing in shakily, he pushed the comforter aside and shifted closer to her. Trying not to be bothered by her rejection, he snaked an arm around her waist and rested his forehead against her bruised shoulder.

He inhaled her floral scent trying to calm himself. It was her who pissed him off but it was still her who could calm him down as well.

She stayed still. And shifted a little after a second of recovering from his sudden action.

“Leave me.” She said. Her voice was stiff. No, please. No request.

She just wanted him to let her go. She was done after all the things he had done to her. He had got what he wanted. Now he had to let her be.

“Anna, my sweet sweet Anna. What do you want?” He husked as he scattered kisses on her shoulder.

Obsession was a small word for what he felt towards her. It was beyond obsession. It was madness that had sucked him deep and there was no way out of it. Not for him. Not for her.