Novel & Cerita Fierce Obsession

, I looked up to see the same man who attacked me and with just three the hope that filled me died down and I snarled at him I was waiting patiently for him to let go me and I was going to show him how angry I was. I watched ok awe as his fangs sprung out of his tears and h walked close to me, i moved back in pain but I was too slow. He held me tight and dug his fangs into my neck, I cried and screamed but his fangs went deeper till I could no longer scream, the pain was driving my insane, his fangs tore my skins, he dark from me like he hadn’t had a drink of blood for ages. “You taste so forbidden!.” He whispered when I felt the pain lessen.

He was deadly serious, staring into the dark recesses of my soul with his dark gaze. I looked up and shivers ran through me at the thought that people might actually be watching us right now. And he wants all these people to know that I belonged to him? What the fuck was going on? Xander's POV. Obsession is a very dangerous feeling and very delicate to play with. Most people are familiar with that addictive poison. They use some simple drugs to drown out the pain and ease their thoughts. On the other hand, my obsession with things had always yielded effective results.

And then arrange those pieces to fit against my own missing chess piece It’s worse than fucked up. When I say I’m about to cross lines, I mean exactly that: fucking her more than once. Keeping her as my new mistress. I’ll hunt her moments. I’ll claim her nights and mornings until the world bends to the shape of her and me. The urge is new, a hunger that doesn’t ask permission. Because obsession isn’t gentle. It’s a slow, precise cruelty I’m willing to perform, again and again, until she’s branded mine in ways even I can’t name.

My hands trace him like a map I’ve memorized, a dangerous, beautiful map I’ll never get enough of. Something dark and hungry coils inside me. Not lust something sharper. An obsession, a need to dominate and serve at the same time. His body reacts, small shivers and tensing muscles, subtle signs that fuel my frenzy. He’s demanding without realizing it, teasing without trying, and I… I am hopeless. Completely undone.

Charles spread her legs wide and entered her Immediately, without wasting any time, he started drilling her hard. "Oh my!" "Baby, go faster!" "You're so good... Ahh!!" Celine moaned as he banged her harder and deeper. He suddenly stopped and turned her over the table. "Bend your ass" he ordered hoarsely. She did as he instructed and he entered her in a go. He started thrusting into her madly as he went very deep inside her. "Oh, f**k!" "Destroy me!" "I'm yours! Cripple me!" Celine moaned loudly, thankfully the room was soundproof so their moans were safe.

The gun never leaves my skin, trailing down my thigh before pressing between my legs, the barrel nudging against the damp heat of my pussy through the robe. “If I didn’t like you,” he murmurs, his voice rough, “I wouldn’t be watching you from my phone, jacking off to the videos I take of you in the shower.” His free hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, almost black, burning with something feral. “I wouldn’t be distancing myself from you, trying to get a grip on myself.” His lips twist. “But I can’t, baby. I’m obsessed with you. And I hate that.”

“That’s not a problem. We have a long time together. If that bastard could make you feel something after everything he did to you, then I’m sure, I’ll make you fall for me. No matter how long it takes.” A shiver ran through her spine, as a mixture of fear and disgust bloomed in the pit of her stomach. “You’re sick.” She hissed. “So much so that you can’t tell the difference between love and… obsession.” “Love, obsession, limerence, they are all the same thing.” He told her. “It’s a desire that is so strong, that it can’t be suppressed. It’s the kind of feeling that can cause a person to do things that are otherwise deemed unreasonable and unacceptable.”

Les said and I could sense the strain in his voice. I lift off on my elbows and look at him. "What happens when you become obsessed?" His hand reached out and grabbed my throat, pushing me back down. My heart began to hammer fast as his eyes held no emotion of any kind for me. He's here. The Beast. "That's the thing, Iris." He said, positioning himself between my legs, futher spreading it wider. "I only know obsession when it comes to the people I hunt and kill." He thrusts into me in one go and I cry out from the way it burns.

He wanted to see her blue eyes so closely. He had missed her. He so wanted to hug her badly. After almost loosing her, he vowed to never let her out of his sight. He vowed to protect her and put his life on the line for her. That's how much he loved her. He could be kind for her, he could kill for her. His love had madness in it. It had both passion and Obsession in it.