Possession Of His | 18+

Chapter Twenty Two

BIG SMUT AHEAD WOOP
and sad stuff too, sorry x

Kimberlys P O V:

As soon as I feel his lips press against mine, I fall. All the anger, confusion, and hurt falls with me as I allow myself to get lost in his addicting touch. Every graze of his skin sent me mad, my body flinching at every rough stroke of his tattooed hands. It was impossible to deny him, and I didn't want to either. I just wanted to feel him close, to forget everything else but him, even if it was just temporary.

I moan against him, his legs pressing me against the wall as he devours me.

He kisses me like a starved man, his breaths heavy against my lips as he stretches my arms above my head, his slender fingers smoothing my wrists against the wall in a constricting grip.

"You drive me fucking crazy," He groans against me, his lips quickly returning to my neck as he bites, kisses, and licks at my skin.

I don't respond, I can't. I'm too consumed with him, with his smell, his touch, his stare, it's overwhelming in the most addicting way.

I feel my eyes flutter shut as I get lost in his rough touch. Every time he bit me or squeezed my wrists, it hurt in the most intoxicating way. It was wrong, unhealthy even, but I found myself internally pleading for him to press harder, to bite more.

I gasp when his hands suddenly fall to my hips, and I instinctively raise my legs to wrap around his waist when he picks me up. I press impossibly close to him, not wanting to be away for even a second. He kisses me as he carries me away from the wall, and my arms go around his neck as I let him.

He throws me onto the bed once he's close enough, his gaze predatory as he watches me settle, my hair spiraling on the sheets as I slowly spread my legs for him, an open invitation he happily takes.

"You feel that," He muses before biting my lip, and I can only moan in answer when he presses his hard-on directly against my most aching part, "You think you can take it?"

I pull him closer to me, grinding against his dick as I pant breathlessly.

"Yes," I nod, watching as his eyes go impossibly darker.

All at once, he rips my shirt down the middle before throwing the pieces of material onto the floor. I don't have time to react as he quickly moves down to press kisses where my breasts pool out from my bra, his left hand raising my hips whilst the other unclips my bra at the same time.

He pulls the material away, exposing my chest. The cold air makes my nipples perk up, and he doesn't leave them unnoticed as he quickly engulfs one in his mouth, his fingers pinching at the other. I gasp as I run my fingers through his hair, pulling at his dark strands as I get lost in the pleasure only he could give me.

He seems just as hungry as me as he grinds against me, his eyes closed as he continues to lick and kiss my nipples. The sight has me leaking, my hole clenching with unwavering desire. I needed him, more than I'd ever needed anything or anyone before.

"Nathan," I'm breathless as I say it, but it only stirs him on more as he groans against my chest, "I need you," I whine as I press against his cock.

He pulls away at that, a menacing glint in his gaze as he stares down at me, his lips puffy and red.

"You desperate for me already?" His head tilts slightly, and my stomach goes taut with butterflies at just the sight of him leaning over me.

"Yes," I admit, my body betraying me as I feel my eyes round with want.

He huffs, his eyes distant as he leans back on his ankles. I watch unashamedly as he begins to unbutton his slacks, his fingers making quick work of pulling his dick out. I feel my mouth open as it slaps against his stomach, hard and wanting as it twitches teasingly at me.