Ties of Obsession |Book 2| [PAUSED]

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♤Alexander♤

I pull her into my lap, her legs straddling me, her body pressed against mine. I keep kissing her, my lips leaving hers momentarily to trail down her neck, my hands mapping out every curve of her body.

I can feel her responding, her fingers clutching onto my shirt, her body arching into my touch. It's like she's desperate, just like I am, to make up for lost time.

"God, you have no idea how much I've missed you," I murmur against her skin, my voice barely above a whisper.

I nip at her neck, just hard enough to make her gasp, my hands pulling her hips against me in a possessive grip.

I can tell she's still fragile, still recovering from the ordeal she's been through. I should slow down, be gentle with her. But the need for her, the primal need to possess her, is overpowering.

"I need you," I growl against her earlobe, my fingers digging into her hips. "I need you so damn much."

And suddenly, it's like a switch has been flipped. The last of my restraint snaps, and all I can think about is her. I need her, I want her, I'll do anything to keep her.

I push her down onto the bed, looming over her, my eyes dark with desire.

"You're mine," I growl as I look down at her. "You hear me, love? You're mine. Always have been, always will be."

My hands move to her shirt, pulling it up, exposing her stomach. I lean down, my lips trailing kisses down her bare skin.

I kiss the bruises too, my lips gentle against her sore skin. Every little mark on her body makes my heart ache, a reminder of the pain she's been through.

"I'll kill whoever did this to you," I murmur against her stomach. "I will find out who tried to kill you, and I will make them regret ever thinking about that."

I continue my path down her body, my lips and hands desperate to explore every inch of her. I've been aching for her, for the feel of her skin against mine, for the sound of her gasps and moans.

“You're incredible," I hiss as I reach the waistband of her pants, my hands already tugging at the material.

I freeze at the sound of her hiss, my eyes immediately flicking to the stitches, the sight of them making my heart ache.

"Sorry, love," I murmur, my touch turning gentler as I pull down her pants a little to inspect the area. "I'm hurtin' you, aren't I?"

I can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the sight of the red, angry looking stitches on her side. I've gotten so caught up in my own need for her that I've forgotten—she's still injured. She's still healing.

I lean back, my eyes roaming over her body, the sight of her bruised and stitched up form like a cold shower. I can't lose myself in my desire right now, not when she's still so vulnerable.

"We'll have to stop," I murmur, my voice rough. "I don't want to hurt you anymore, love."

I move off of her, giving her some space. I run a hand through my hair, my breathing heavy from restraint. I want her— God, I want her so badly. But I have to be patient. I have to be careful with her.

I shift in my seat, the evidence of my desire for her still painfully obvious. I look at her, taking in her dishevelled state— the rumpled clothing, the messy hair, the flushed cheeks.

Damn, I want her.

"You should get some rest, love," I murmur, my voice strained. "You need to heal."