Twisted Obsession (Editing)

57 - Raw Desire

Lorenzo Vincelli

The moment my lips crash against hers, she kisses me back with the same desperate hunger, her fingers curling into my hair, dragging me closer as if she wants to consume me. As if my tongue down her throat isn't enough. The air between us is thick, electric, charged with a need that neither of us can control. I step into her place, slamming the door shut behind me.

Her legs wrap around my waist the second I lift her, her body pressing against mine like she belongs there. She moans into my mouth, the sound raw, unfiltered, driving me to the edge of control. It's messy. We're messy. But I won't stop. I won't stop.

I set her down on the dining table, my hands roaming, fingers slipping beneath the delicate silk of her dress. It feels weightless in my grip as I push it up her figure, our breath mingling in the heated space between us. I break the kiss only to strip her of the barrier between us, letting the fabric fall away. And there she is—bare, exposed, staring at me with wild, lustful eyes.

I smirk, watching the way her chest rises and falls, waiting. But when she leans in for another kiss, I pull back slightly, teasing. Her breath hitches, and then, softer now, almost pleading, she whispers, "Kiss me."

Her voice is a knife to my restraint.

I dip my head to her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her skin, feeling her melt beneath me. She leans back, surrendering, and I follow, dragging my mouth down until I reach her breasts. My tongue flicks over her nipple, and she gasps, her fingers tangling into my hair, pulling me closer, deeper. Her lips part, her head tilts back, moans spilling from her like a melody made just for me.

I drag my mouth lower, my hands parting her thighs as I settle between them. The lace of her panties is barely a barrier, a tease. My eyes flick up, meeting hers. She's bracing herself on her elbows, watching me, her pupils blown wide, her body trembling, utterly vulnerable.

"Lift your ass," I murmur, voice rough, thick in my throat.

She obeys without hesitation, and I slide her panties down, letting them pool on the floor. The moment she spreads her legs, I swear I almost lose myself right then and there.

I run my tongue along her slit, slow, savoring, and she gasps, her body jolting, her head falling back as a moan rips through her. I smirk against her, gripping her thighs tighter.

She's not done falling apart for me yet.

Her moan is like gasoline to a fire I have no intention of putting out. I press my tongue against her clit, circling, teasing, savoring the way she squirms beneath me. Her thighs tense, threatening to close around my head, but I grip them, holding her open.

"Stay still," I murmured against her soaked heat, my voice rough, edged with hunger. "Or I'll make you."

She exhales sharply, her fingers yanking at my hair in retaliation. "Fucking do it," she taunts breathlessly, a smirk playing on her lips even as her body betrays her, trembling, desperate.

I chuckle darkly. "You really don't know when to shut up, mhm?"

Before she can answer, I slide two fingers into her, curling them just right, pressing my tongue flat against her clit. The response is instant—her back arches, a strangled moan slipping from her lips as her thighs twitch under my grip.

"Oh—fuck," she gasps, her confidence wavering, dissolving into pleasure.

I smirk against her, moving my fingers deeper, working her open, stroking that perfect spot inside her that makes her whimper, makes her lose herself completely.

"You like that, yeah?" I taunt, watching her unravel. "Look at you—so fucking needy."

She glares at me, her lips parting like she wants to throw some smartass remark my way, but then I suck her clit into my mouth, and whatever she was about to say dies in a moan so sweet it makes my cock ache.