Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

🔥Are you sure?🔥

As Colton's hands began to roam over my body, gently removing my clothes. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

I feel my breaths coming in and out in quick gasps as his lips brushed mine again, more tender this time, but still with that laced with possessiveness.

He paused for a moment, pressing his forehead against mine. "Are you sure, Hannah?" His voice was husky. I swallowed hard. A part of me knew this was wrong, that I should be fighting against him or hate him even though there was another part of me that was broken and lonely, and I was desperate for a connection.

I nodded, though my voice was barely more than a whisper when I spoke. "Yes, I'm sure." Colton's eyes darkened with a mixture of desire, and with my acknowledgment, he continued, peeling away the last of my clothes.

He kissed me again, harder this time, as if he were claiming me fully, sealing the words we had exchanged. His lips traveled down my neck.

Every touch was a mix of roughness and care. Colton's hands moved lower, and he started to remove his clothes hastily.

As Colton's hands moved lower, his fingers grazing my bare skin, a sudden rush of nervousness washed over me. I was trembling.

He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto mine, his eyes soft. His thumb brushed my cheek."You're trembling," he murmured, his voice gentler than before.

He leaned in, his lips pressing softly against my forehead. "Hannah, if you're scared, we can stop. I need you to be sure." I swallowed again, my throat dry, but I shook my head. "I want this, Colton. I just..." I hesitated, and he waited, his gaze searching mine.

"You've never done this before," he whispered. His touch grew softer, as though he understood the weight of this moment for me. He didn't rush, instead trailing his fingers gently over my skin. "We'll take it slow," he promised, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "I'll take care of you."

With that, Colton slowly began to undress; his movements no longer hurried. His eyes never left mine; something was in his gaze like he was giving me time to process, to breathe. When his clothes finally fell away, he pressed his body against mine.

His hands danced across my skin with care as he kissed me again. My body was tense, but he continued his slow movements. His hands caressed my sides, skimming my hips with a gentle touch.

"Hannah," he whispered against my lips, his forehead pressed against mine again. "You can stop me at any time." His voice held an edge of restraint like he was holding himself back for my sake, waiting for my signal. I took a shaky breath, my fingers tangling in his hair as I nodded, feeling more certain this time.

As Colton continued, his touch was slow, and unhurried, every movement designed to make sure I was ready. His lips trailed down my neck and over my collarbone, each kiss more delicate than the last. And when he finally entered me, there was an instant pain.

I already felt my tears leave my eyes before I could stop them. The pads of his thumb wiped them away gently. His breath was hot against my skin as he held me close, and in that moment, for a fleeting moment, there was only him, and the way he made me feel like I wasn't so broken after all.

After a while, he moved slightly as if knowing it didn't hurt as bad. "You're mine now," he whispered against my skin, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Completely." His words echoed in my mind as I let him take control. There was no more resistance left in me.

Every wall I had built was crumbling, every part of me falling into his grasp. He was right—once I gave in, there would be no going back. As he pressed his body against mine. Colton's movements were slow at first, careful as if testing the waters, but soon increased, and I found myself clinging to him, my hands gripping his back.

The sensations overwhelmed me, the pain and pleasure mixing in a way that left me breathless. With every movement, every touch, Colton made it clear that I was his now. And as I gave myself to him completely, I realized that he had been right all along. I wasn't alone anymore. I belonged to him.