Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

His hands found my waist, and in one fluid motion, he pulled me against him. Our lips collided with an urgency that stole my breath. Years of tension exploded between us as his mouth claimed mine, demanding and desperate. I tasted whiskey and desire on his tongue as it swept against mine, drawing a moan from deep in my throat.My fingers tangled in his hair, that deliberately disheveled look now genuinely mussed by my eager hands. The platform beneath us continued its lazy rotation, casting us in alternating light and shadow as we devoured each other. His hands were everywhere—skimming my sides, cupping my face, tracing the curve of my spine that he'd confessed to admiring for so long."God, Liv," he breathed against my mouth, the vulnerability in his voice undoing me completely.With surprising gentleness, Marcus guided me down onto the cool obsidian surface. The contrast between the cold stone and his burning skin sent shivers across my body as he covered me with his weight. He hove

This time was different—slower, more deliberate. The frantic edge had been taken off, replaced by something more dangerous: tenderness. Marcus took his time, his artist's hands mapping every curve and hollow of my body as if committing me to memory. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, drawing sighs and soft moans from my lips.The suite continued its subtle transformations around us, the walls now shimmering with midnight blue and deep purple hues. Shadows danced across Marcus's face as he moved down my body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, between my breasts, across my stomach."Turn over," he murmured, his voice rough with renewed desire.I complied, shivering as the cool sheets met my overheated skin. His hands skimmed up the backs of my thighs, over the curve of my ass, tracing the dip of my waist before following the line of my spine. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and impossibly aroused as his lips followed the path his fingers had blazed."You're a work of

His fingers continued their lazy exploration, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I gripped the bedpost tighter, my legs trembling slightly. What would he do next? The anticipation was almost unbearable. I could feel his solid presence behind me, smell his masculine scent. The air felt charged, crackling with tension and possibility."Such a good girl," Matthew murmured. "So responsive."I flushed at the praise, warmth blooming in my chest. This was what I'd been craving - to let go, to submit, to be cherished. To have someone understand my deepest desires.His touch grew firmer, more purposeful. I bit my lip, fighting back a moan. How far would he take this? How far did I want him to go?The gleaming obsidian tiles of the suite reflected our figures, creating a kaleidoscope of shadowy forms. In this space, anything seemed possible. I took a shaky breath, surrendering myself to the moment.His fingers stilled against me, the sudden absence of movement making me whimper despit

This time when his mouth descended, I was careful to keep my words proper, though it became increasingly difficult as he worked me toward the edge with merciless precision. Every flick of his tongue, every curl of his fingers inside me built the tension higher, tighter, until I was trembling on the precipice."Sir," I gasped, "may I come? Please, sir."He hummed against me, the vibration nearly sending me over. He lifted his head just enough to speak, his breath cool against my wet flesh."Good girl, asking permission," he murmured. "Not yet. Hold it."The command made me whimper, my body straining against the invisible restraint of his words. His fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside me, pressing against that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids."Sir, please," I begged, voice breaking. "I can't—""You can," he countered, confidence absolute. "And you will. Because you're my good girl, aren't you?"Pride bloomed in my chest at his words, giving me strength. "Yes,

The mere thought sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. My walls clenched involuntarily around his fingers, and I felt a rush of wetness coating his hand. "I... I don't know, sir," I admitted, my voice trembling. Matthew chuckled darkly, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside me that made me see stars. "Oh, I think you do know. Your body is telling me everything I need to know, Lily."I moaned, torn between the desperate need for release and the desire to please him. The silk blindfold heightened every sensation, leaving me adrift in a sea of pleasure with only his voice and touch to anchor me."Please," I whispered, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. His free hand trailed up my body, fingers ghosting over my stomach before coming to rest on one of the clamps adorning my nipples. "Such a good girl," he murmured. "So responsive. I can't wait to feel you come apart around me." I whimpered as his fingers slid out of me, leaving me aching and empty. The loss