Page 67 of Surrendering to the Obsession

“I need more…”

The words fell from her mouth in a soft, shameful plea. Her cheeks burned, and she could hardly believe she had said it out loud.

Alexander’s entire body froze. His head snapped up, and his eyes locked onto her face with a force that almost stole her breath. She had never begged him before. Not like this. Hearing her ask—no, plead—hit something deep inside him, something raw and uncontrollable.

For a second, he almost gave in. He almost let himself lose control and take her right then. His body ached for it, every nerve tight and burning. He gripped himself, trying to calm the tension, sliding his hand slowly to take the edge off. But it only made the hunger worse, and breathing felt nearly impossible.

He forced himself to stop. He made himself look at her—flushed, trembling, restless—and waited until the edge of her desperation softened just a little. When he felt her settle, he gently lowered her hips back onto the bed.

His hands slid down to her legs. He lifted one ankle to his lips and pressed a slow kiss against her skin. Then another. And another. His mouth traveled over the delicate curve of her foot, tracing the softness, lingering as if memorizing every line of her. He kissed his way up her calf, warm and patient, then over her knee and along her thigh, his lips brushing everywhere except where she ached for him most.

Mia’s breath hitched with every movement. The more he kissed her, the more undone she became. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her mind foggy with need. When his mouth moved closer, her thighs tensed, lifting slightly toward him without her meaning to.

“Alexander…” Her voice broke completely, a mixture of shame and longing. “I want—”

He leaned in and his lips touched her just for a second, a soft, teasing contact that sent her entire body arching. She sucked in a sharp breath, almost choking on it. But he pulled back before she could say another word.

“You want what?” His voice was low and rough, strained with the effort of holding himself back.

Mia tried to speak, but her breath kept catching, trembling too much to form the words.

“Please… I want you. I want your… please, Alexander…” She could barely even finish the sentence, her voice breaking again and again.

A slow, intense smile touched his mouth as he watched her fall apart under him. His eyes darkened, and he lowered his head once more.

“Good,” he murmured.

He kissed her again, slow and purposeful, lingering until her back arched off the bed. Her cry filled the room, echoing against the walls. The sound of it sent heat rushing through him, and she felt it too—the shift in him, the tension, the control.

Her hips twisted, desperate, but he held her thighs firmly and lifted them onto his shoulders. His grip tightened, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

“Alexander—” she gasped, almost delirious.

“Stay still,” he said softly.

And then he continued, unhurried, relentless, tasting her need and her trembling, keeping her right on the edge of falling apart.

“Alexander… I need…” Mia whimpered, her voice breaking with shame and overwhelming desire that pushed past every wall she had left.

Alexander’s lips brushed lightly over her center, and she gasped sharply, the sound ripped out of her. But he pulled back before she could even take another breath. His voice came out low and rough.

“You need what?”

Mia’s breathing turned uneven and shallow. She could barely speak. “I want you… your tongue… please… please, I want you,” she whispered, the words trembling uncontrollably as her legs went numb beneath her.

A slow smile touched his lips at her reaction. His eyes darkened, turning even more intense, and he lowered his head again. His mouth found her once more, and he began to kiss her, slow at first, then deeper, licking her again and again until she cried out helplessly.

“Oh my God… yes… oh God…” Mia screamed, her voice echoing through the room as the pleasure pushed her into delirium.

Her hips jerked, trying to twist away from how intensely he was taking her, but Alexander tightened his grip. He caught her thighs in his hands, lifted them onto his shoulders, and held her there, firmly locked in place. The next second, his mouth pressed between her legs again, and he continued, relentless and focused.

Mia whimpered, her entire body shaking as the sensations overwhelmed her. But he didn’t stop. He kept licking her, slow and deep, then faster, then deeper again, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Her cries grew softer, then louder, breaking apart as her breath began to slip away from her.

Pleasure rushed through her so sharply that tears gathered in her eyes. “Oh… fuck… oh my God…” she cried, her voice raw and trembling.

The intensity twisted inside her until she could barely think, let alone breathe. She tried to move, tried to break free from the overwhelming feeling, but he only held her tighter, pulling her down toward him as her body stretched helplessly across the bed. He stood at the edge and kept going, his mouth working her again and again until she had no strength left to resist.

He lowered himself once more, licking her with the same hunger, and then slid his fingers inside her again. This time he pressed exactly the way he had earlier, the same spot that had made her nearly stop breathing, and her body jerked violently at the sensation. It wasn’t enough for him, so he did it again. And again. And again. His fingers worked her while his mouth stayed on her, the combination so intense that her entire body tightened and trembled.