Page 72 of Bound in Obsession
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groans again, kissing me harder.
He caresses my body, hands roaming over my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down my sides to grip my hips as he fucks me. I’m moaning shamelessly now, meeting every thrust, lost in the feeling of him moving inside me.
He keeps kissing me through it all, deep, wet kisses that match the rhythm of his hips. When he angles just right and hits that perfect spot inside me, I cry out, clenching around him.
“Nico…”
“I know baby, I know.”
His hand slips between us, rubbing tight circles on my clit while he fucks me a little faster. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter until I snap. I come hard, moaning his name into his mouth, my walls pulsing around his cock.
With a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt and comes, spilling hot and deep inside me. I feel every pulse, every twitch, and it makes me clench around him again.
He stays inside me for a long moment, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard. Then he slowly pulls out. I wince at the soreness spreads more violently now.
He pulls me on top of his chest, wrapping his arms around me.
His fingers gently rub up and down my back, then thread through my hair. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“How are you feeling?” he asks quietly.
“Perfect,” I whisper, resting my cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
We stay like that in comfortable silence. His hand keeps stroking my back, soothing me. I feel safe. Cherished. It’s strange how gentle he can be after everything.
After a while, I lift my head and look at him. His eyes are closed, but he’s not sleeping. He looks deep in thought.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask softly.
He opens his eyes and meets mine. There’s a pause, like he’s deciding whether to tell me.
“There’s a masquerade ball in a few days,” he finally says. “I’m attending. Your father will be there… and so will Matteo Gallo.”
My heart jumps. My sisters might be there too.
“Can I come?” I ask immediately.
He shakes his head. “No. It’s too risky.”
“But it’s a masquerade,” I insist. “I can wear a mask. No one will know it’s me. I wore the blonde wig before, I can do it again.”
“Eleonora—”
“Please,” I whisper, sliding my hand down his chest. “I just want to see them. Even from far away. I won’t talk to them. I promise.”
He stays quiet. I can feel him thinking.
I move lower, sliding down his body until I’m between his legs. His cock is already half-hard again. I look up at him, then lean forward and take him into my mouth.
He groans, hand threading through my hair. “Fuck…”
I’m not skilled, but I try, licking, sucking, wrapping my hand around the base like he showed me earlier. He guides me gently, telling me what feels good, how to take him deeper. The taste of us mixed together is filthy and intoxicating. I feel myself getting wet again as I suck him.
He curses under his breath, hips twitching. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
When he warns me he’s close, I don’t pull away. I keep going until he comes with a groan, spilling down my throat. I swallow everything, then look up at him with wide eyes.
He stares at me for a long moment, breathing hard.
