Her Obsession. Novels & Stories

She wedged her hands between them, pushing weakly against his solid chest, but he refused to move a single muscle. Ignoring her quiet protests, he began placing wet, heavy kisses along her jawline, trailing his mouth slowly down the delicate column of her neck. He had always been obsessed with her natural scent—that baffling, intoxicating aroma of sweet lavender and soap. Inhaling deeply, he let the scent flood his senses, his lips refusing to leave her soft, heated skin. Dammit. How much have I missed this... he thought. He was utterly consumed by her. His dark obsession grew stronger with every passing day, leaving no room for doubt. She was his now. Only his.

Or because of the hatred in her eyes? "Now she won't forget her place. She will realize that she is nothing more than a mere distraction to me" he assured himself but then again his mind went to that wallflower. She felt beautiful and right under him. Earlier it was just a lust but now after getting her this close, that feeling turned into something stronger. Kind of obsession. He wants her under him. He wants to kiss her one more time. What kind of spell did she put on him that made him go crazy over her?. Even he couldn't stop himself, that much crazy he was for her. He was obsessed with her and any obsession is dangerous. • • • • • •

She becomes more angry . She remembers yesterday his face covered with blood.other people was right he was a devil.If she didnt obey him will he also kill her? She becomes afraid and slips a litttle back from his grip. How can there be someone who kills without blinking his eye. Didnt he think about his family ? .

It felt so weird to be admired by someone else that wasn't Justin. "I tried my best to be patient with you but I was bitten by a venomous anger when I eventually found out that you were Justin's obsession. My whole heart ached and my soul was shattered when I found out that he was a step ahead of me on getting you, by forcing you to be with him via a contract." He sobbed.

I allow myself to quench my curiosity and let my eyes wander over her figure, looking for some sign that explains my little obsession with her. I came to believe that things would go back to normal and I would be able to find myself again, but when my mourning lasted beyond the first year and my mind was still focused on memories, I realized that I was deluding myself and nothing would be like before. There are no more happy colors in my life, romanticism is not necessary and no one can keep me interested for more than three days, no one except Nelly Álvares. The girl came in like a gentle wave on a sunny day, she didn't catch my attention at first and I let her stay, four days ago I realize

“She will.” I watched her pace now. She touched the edge of the window frame, as if testing it for weakness. Her fingers were delicate, but not soft. They were the hands of someone who fought, someone who lived through pain. I liked that about her. I liked that she didn’t cower and I liked that she still hated me. Desire was never about affection, it was about possession. Love fades, I’ve seen it fade in centuries past, burn bright and die out just as quickly, but obsession… that stays. When I want something, I keep it. That’s the only truth that matters.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

She looked directly at Lord Draven and smiled. "You're right," she said calmly, even as her heart raced. "Vincent is obsessed. And that obsession is going to destroy him. But you know what? I'm obsessed too. I'm obsessed with you, my Lord." Draven's eyebrow arched, surprised. "Explain."

I pressed my face to the hilt again, hands over him, letting obsession wash through me fully. Every hammer strike, every cut, every tear… had been for him. Not the sword. Not power. Him. Lachlan. My anchor, my obsession, my fire. Even holding him, I knew we weren’t done. This was just the beginning. Obsession isn’t sated by repair. Every fight, every quest would stoke it further. He would test me. I would claim him. And I’d do it every time, until there was nothing left but fire, sweat, and obsession, until he couldn’t exist without me, and I couldn’t without him.