She Is His Obsession 소설 & 이야기

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.

Stepping closer to him, she teased: “Are you like obsessed with me? I mean, even after so many years, you still have my pictures with you. That is suspicious.” “And you? Didn’t you have magazines with me on the front covers?” “That is normal. I didn’t buy them because of you,” she denied. He stepped closer so that they were only a few inches apart, their faces so close that they could feel each other’s breath. “This only means that we’re both obsessed with each other. And yes, I’m obsessed with you. In this life or the next, you can only be mine. Nothing on earth would be able to separate us, not even death, get it?”

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

Drama wastes time. I leaned forward, elbows on the desk. *"Something on your mind?"* She hesitated before speaking. *"I just want to be clear,"* she said carefully. *"I'm marrying you, but you're not going to hit me. And I don't want children until I'm ready."* For a second, I genuinely thought I'd misheard. What does she think I am? First the knife in her pocket yesterday, now this? I get angry. I'm rude. But hitting a woman? My parents raised me better than that.

“Okay, look, I’m thrilled for you, seriously. You deserve to be happy. But I have to ask the hard question, Reinna, and you need to think about this.” I nodded, bracing myself. “Go ahead.” “Did he say he loves you before or after he realized you were the only one who didn’t want him just because he’s handsome and rich? Did he say it before or after the sex got this wild?” Sarah asked, her voice gentle but firm. “Because you said he ran from Beth and ran straight to you. He was confused, fighting something. He wants you everywhere, but is it you he’s obsessed with, or is it the escape? The forbidden thrill?”

She literally danced her way into my life, unknowingly climbing her way over the walls I thought were too high, she owned my walls like it was her stage, her pole. She climbed into places I thought I locked shut forever. First, it was lust, I thought I was going to go crazy with how much I wanted her. I was going mad with it. I thought I was going to lose it when I was trying to get her to have sex with me. It was supposed to be just once. I should have known. From the moment I realized that one time just wouldn’t do it for me. I should have known then that his woman would mean everything to me. She is literally my saving grace. My Obsession. My Red. She means the world to me. Hell, she is e

he said, as I pushed my legs apart on his. His finger throbbed into me, causing my head to fall back and moan. I could feel his shaft in his trousers as it rose to meet my pussy. I rushed to my feet and ran upstairs, my chest burning. This wasn’t love. This was obsession. He was obsessed with me. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and called Chelsea. “Hey, girl” she answered softly. “Can I come over?” I sobbed. “Of course. What’s wrong?” she asked, but I had already ended the call.

But he lifted his hands in surrender, laughing softly. “Forgive me. I just enjoy learning everything I can about people. A hobby, you could say.” For a moment, I didn’t react. I didn’t speak. Then slowly, a cold smile curved my lips as I leaned back against the seat. “You are right, I am obsessed ,” I said calmly. “I can’t live without her. I can’t bear the thought of her with another man. But the one thing I truly couldn’t bear…” My gaze darkened. “Is her hating me.”

I can only reach her neck when she leans over, our bodies brushing against each other slightly. "Delicious... You sit much better than I imagined," I whisper in her ear, and she increases her thrusts, moving faster and faster in repetitive motions. When her body trembles, I suck wherever I can and watch her cum on my cock. She collapses lightly on top of me for a moment, but soon she lifts herself again, sitting more slowly, at a steady pace. Her eyes don’t meet mine, and I know it’s her way of keeping things cold and impersonal. Although I love having my pussy bouncing on my cock, that’s not how I want it.

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.