Love in Captivity: Chains of Obsession

🔥Never let you go🔥

His grip on my waist seemed to tighten as he increased his pace, each motion sending waves through me that made it hard to tell where the pleasure ended and the pain began.

I dug my nails into his back, holding on to him as I felt the world spinning around us, steadying myself in the solidness of his body. His breath was hot and heavy against my neck as he claimed me with every thrust, making me feel consumed by him.

"You're mine," he repeated in a low, possessive growl, his lips brushing the sensitive spot below my ear. The words were more than just a statement. His words were a promise that at this exact moment, everything has changed. Despite how much I tried to fight it, as much as I knew it shouldn't feel this way, I couldn't help but feel the connection that was growing between us.

His hands moved over my body, rough yet tender, and I felt a strange sense of safety in his dominance.

This strange feeling built in me, my body responding to him in ways I had never imagined. His mouth had been everywhere—my neck, my shoulder, my chest slowly trailing down as he claimed every inch of me. I could hear his whispered praises, mixed with my name.

"You're everything," he whispered against my lips, his forehead resting on mine again once again, his movements slowing just enough for me to catch my breath. I looked up into his eyes, dark and filled with something deeper than desire. "I'll never let you go, Hannah."

Being his felt like the only thing that mattered, the only thing that was holding me together when the rest of the world felt like it was crumbling beneath me.

He pulled me closer. I buried my face in his chest, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I wanted to be his after all. He groaned softly against my ear as he finished.

He gently shifted his weight, easing himself away from me. For a moment, the lack of his warmth made me shiver. But before I could be bothered by it, he was there again, his hands moving with tenderness as he cleaned me up, wiping away my thighs and my intimate bits. His touch was careful as he cleaned me up.

Once he was finished, he scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing but a bag of potatoes. My body was still shaking with a mixture of tiredness and the emotions I hadn't fully digested yet. I curled into his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my cheek.

Without saying a word, he carried me into the bathroom, where the soft sound of running water filled the space. He set me down gently on the edge of the tub, his hands never leaving me for too long.

He turned off the water, testing it with his hand before lifting me again. This time, he stepped into the tub with me taking us both into the warm water. I gasped softly as the heat engulfed me, the warmth spreading into my sore achy muscles.

Once he settled behind me he pulled me back against his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer, and for a brief moment, neither of us dared to move. The water pooled around us and the steam of the bath rose in the quiet room.

He grabbed a washcloth, dipping it into the warm water before gently running it over me. His movements were slow and delicate, taking his time. His touch was soft, almost healing, as though he was trying to take away the pain I had felt before.

As his hands softly moved over me, I closed my eyes as I felt myself sink further into the warmth of the water and his arms. I feel his lips brush against the back of my neck. "You're okay baby," he whispered lowly. "I've got you."

I nodded. He continued to wash me, his touch never staying too long in any one area, never pushing for more. It was just care, pure and simple, and I couldn't help but relax further into him. His arms wrapped tighter around me, pulling me closer as to hold on to my broken pieces.