His Perfect Obsession Novels & Stories

His playful tone is gone and he sounds monotonous again, unemotional, but there is a tic in his jaw as he drives that tells of the anger he had said and his hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly "Two lovers sleep next to one another, and at night after passionate love making, one sleeps and the other stares. Her skin reminds him of milk, and he wants to run his tongue all over her, her small breath like the hum of bees making a melodious beat that he could listen to all his life and her face... Carved into a smile that he himself had put there... He had made her shine... He was his Sun and she was His moon..." Then all of a sudden,his face changes as he spits with venom "But they hav

And I was ready to exploit every flaw in his obsession. Mark paused near the desk, scanning the files and hidden drives. His obsession flared visibly—a subtle twitch in his jaw, the intensity of his gaze sharpening. He reached for one of the drives, but didn’t touch it. “These are mine,” he said, voice low, predatory. “Every secret, every file, every shadow of your past… mine.” “Yes,” I said, calm, steady. “Yours.” He stepped closer, circling slowly like a predator assessing prey. “Do you understand what obedience means, Jessy? That knowledge without permission is dangerous?”

But it was his face that made her forget to breathe. Well sculpted face, Brown hair that fell just slightly into his eyes, effortlessly perfect in that way that took either genetics or a very expensive stylist. And his eyes. God, his eyes. Gray. Not the soft gray of storm clouds, but piercing, like polished steel. They locked onto her with an intensity that felt physical. He was, objectively, breathtakingly beautiful. The thought came unbidden and Elena shoved it away. What the hell was wrong with her? This man had kidnapped her. Probably ordered the ambush. This was not the time to appreciate his bone structure.

she moaned, and he gave it to her. She was perfect, and he was fucking that perfection, and he didn't give a fuck about anything else but her and his dick and filling this woman with his cum.

Just in their fantasy world, making out and filling the space, heightening their passion for each other. Loving their bodies. On top of her. And then, there came a whisper "I'm going in now" West bit her lip as Lincoln rubbed his manhood on her entrance and she held her breath. "It's gonna be a bit painful " Lincoln whispered as he concentrated on her entrance, going in slowly to ensure she wasn't hurt too much. "Ahh," West cried out when Lincoln entered her. Lincoln immediately paused, he was just halfway into her honeypot, he remained like that, it was a bittersweet torture for him.

she whispered, her voice trembling with desire and need. “Good,” he said, his tone possessive and filled with dark satisfaction. “ because I won’t allow anyone else near you. No one else will ever know how sweet you taste, how perfect you feel from today. I own every part of you now, princess.” With that his mouth returned to her, his tongue changed rhythm, moving faster, then slower, each movement driving her closer to the edge. His hands slid up to cup her boobs, his thumbs brushing over hardened nipples through the fabric of her dress. The sensation was too much, and she felt herself spiraling out of control, her entire body quivering as waves of pleasure built inside her. She had never f

I took a photo of er sleeping in my lap. Added it to the file. Then I sat there in her apartment planning the next phase. I looked down at her sleeping face. La mia ossessione. My obsession. My prize. My perfectly constructed trap. And she’d walked into it beautifully.

Just the two of us as he watched the sunset and I watched him. I could think of anything else later, but right now… I can only think of one person to lay myself on. To ease my pain, my fear, and my worries. Just one step closer. Just one move. And one denying to myself that this is wrong, and finally, I can have a hold of him… but then, Ezekiel turned around just as the same time I lifted my hand to hold him. He looked down at my hand in front of his chest before his gazes shifted on my eyes and we locked stares with each other. His eyes were hypnotizing— It was alluring! It's like he's challenging me to come to him and I knew to myself that I would do that. And that I was caught guilty, but

She uttered while pecking his nose bridge and then finally gazed into his silver gaze. "You made me your obsessor, Arzal. An obsessor who's in need and desires to be your obsession because… " She halted and pecked his lips. "Your obsession is more beautiful than any kind of love and that is the reason I had never asked you that whether you loved me or not, in our past," Arzal silently heard her and then saw her beaming. "Because I have understood your love could leave me broken but your obsession won't even think about leaving my broken pieces,"

Any annoyance I had once felt for Callum had been totally replaced with lust. Attraction. He had acknowledged his act, kept it up for others, but only I knew his secret. His true self. He had given everything up for me. He had bent his whole life backwards for me. I dare say he was obsessed with his little slut. And that obsession was mutual. I could not get enough of him. He was the best, dirtiest, most sexy boyfriend I could ever ask for. My lust for him had been well founded and it was paying off in spades.