All Chapters of Spellbound by Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

His fingers entered me — two at once, filling me, curling to touch that exact spot. His thumb kept working my clit, pressing, circling.His other hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple. His tail massaged my thigh. His mouth kissed my neck.It was too much. It was everything.“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his voice hoarse and urgent. “Are you?”“Yes… yes, I am…”“Then come. Now.”The orgasm tore through me like an electric shock, and I moaned loudly, my hands gripping his arms. I felt my pussy pulse around his fingers, squeezing, releasing. The water swayed around us, waves hitting the edges of the tub.He kept touching me through the entire orgasm, prolonging it, drawing out every second of pleasure. When he finally pulled back, I was limp, melted against his chest.“That’s it.” He whispered against my temple. “That’s it, Evelyn. Perfect.”It took me a minute to catch my breath.“You said… after dinner…”“I’ll be entirely yours.” He kissed my forehead. “That was just

The restroom of Le Bernardin was as luxurious as the rest of the restaurant.Cream marble walls, mirrors with golden frames, arrangements of fresh flowers on a granite counter. The scent of roses and expensive cleaning products hung in the air. An attendant in an impeccable uniform offered linen towels and smiled professionally.I sat on one of the poufs in front of the mirror and examined my reflection. It was still strange to see myself like this — dressed in silk, jewelry sparkling, light makeup that the dimension had provided. I looked like I belonged in that place. But at the same time, I felt that at any moment someone would notice the farce.“You look ridiculous,” I murmured to the reflection. “This isn’t you.”The reflection didn’t answer. But the golden sparks in my eyes shone, as if they disagreed.I picked up the lipstick I had brought in my clutch — another gift from the dimension and from Mortyss — and reapplied it carefully. While doing so, I observed my aura in the mirr

I slipped two fingers inside myself.The lubrication was so much that they entered without resistance.I curled them to touch that inner spot, and my back arched.My other hand went to my clit, circling it slowly.“Like this?” I repeated, and my voice was a moan. “Do you like watching my fingers fucking me while you stand there?”“I won’t stay still for long.” He warned, his eyes burning.“Then come.”He came.He circled the bed with the grace of a predator, his tail snaking behind him.He stopped at the edge, between my open legs, and grabbed my ankles.He pulled me to the edge of the mattress with a brusque movement, and I let out a little scream of surprise, followed by a nervous laugh.“Excited?” I teased.“Starving.”I looked at his cock — so close now.The head was shining, drooling nonstop.I raised my right foot and touched it with the tips of my toes. He moaned.I ran my foot slowly along the entire length, from the balls to the head, massaging with gentle pressure.“That’s n

I crossed the Market quickly, making my way between the stalls and the vendors.The nearest exit to Brooklyn was near the central square.I passed a group of vampires negotiating bottled human blood, a sorcerer selling curses in bulk, two creatures fighting in a cage surrounded by noisy spectators.No one stopped me. No one tried to sell me anything. No one even looked me in the eyes.I was the predator at the top of the food chain. And everyone there knew it.I opened a portal directly to Irving Avenue, in Bushwick.I crossed without hesitation, and the cold air of the New York night received me.It was darker here — fewer lights, less movement. The street was deserted, except for a cat meowing on top of a trash can.The laundromat was closed. The green door was in the back, exactly as Kellar had said.I approached in silence, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. There was light behind the upper floor windows.Someone was there.Zara.I touched the door with my fingertips. Locked.With

“Do you feel this?” He growled against my lips, his hips pressing against mine. His cock was hard, huge, pulsing against my thigh. “Do you feel what you do to me?”“I feel it…” My voice was a whisper. “You’re… so hard…”“Because of you.” He licked my neck, the forked tongue passing over the bite mark. “Every time you use that power. When you look at me with those golden eyes… when you breathe. I get hard. Only you. Always you.”His hands moved down my body and ripped off the sports top, throwing it aside.His mouth found my left nipple, sucking hard, the forked tongue circling, the bumps rubbing against the sensitive skin.“Ah, fuck…” I moaned, my back arching.“Do you like this?” He nibbled the nipple, his fangs grazing without piercing. “Do you like my mouth on your breasts?”“Yes… yes…”“And this?” His hand slid inside the sweatpants, his fingers finding my already soaked pussy. He moaned. “So wet. So ready. Just from teasing me with your power.”“You asked… for training…”“I did.”