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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: DESPERATE OBSESSION ETHAN POV I woke up early. Not that I slept at all. I spent the entire night thinking endlessly about how to take Rose, since I was on an adrenaline high. After the third round, she passed out in front of me. Her body lost the stamina struggle after pleading with me to stop, then requesting more when I was inside her, and she ultimately drifted off. She is sleeping naked, and I lean on my elbow to take it all in. When she is sleeping, she has such a body of a goddess, and her thin frame and petite features seem so very delicate that they could easily break. But I don't have any negative thoughts, all I want to do is keep that vulnerable aspect of her safe—the side she only lets me see. I want to be the go-to person for her when she wants to express that aspect. Because despite her outward appearance of toughness, she still has compassion. She still hurts excessively and feels too much. When I first saw the red dot on her back during the sniper attack yesterday, I feared I was going to lose her and that everything would end before it ever began. Never before had my heart clenched so firmly as it did then. Because this fiery woman was the only person who mattered at that moment, I didn't even stop to consider when I used my body as a barrier. Ice and I looked everywhere, but we couldn't find the sniper. My initial assumption was that Ice may be making a disgusting joke, but his rifle doesn't match the bill. Those with laser aiming are never used. It's not like us to draw attention to ourselves. But I'll track down the person who almost stole her from me, and when I do, he'll wish he never existed. Under my supervision, Rose is safe from harm. not even a pet of mine. She sighs as my lips lightly touch her forehead. Even though it's not even a sexual sound, my d*ck comes back to life and demands more worship at her. She is pleading for my c*ck with her wide lips. I slip down the bed, push the blankets out of the way, and take a seat at the foot of my knees because I can't do that when she is asleep. As I pull her legs apart and see my dried seed between her legs, a feeling of complete possessiveness overtakes me. She made an attempt to clean herself, but I wouldn't let her get rid of the proof that belonged to me. When she couldn't fight off sleep, she gradually forgot about it. I stop at each hickey I used to adorn her as I brush my fingertips along the supple flesh of her thighs. I'm the only brush that will touch her, since she is my canvas. I feel the need to own her again as I look at her, spread out and marked, and it rumbles against my bones. I have no idea if it's an addiction, an obsession, or both. I only know that the impulse is making me feel physically sick. Given my plans, it's definitely wrong, but I couldn't care less about right or wrong at this point. No, I never did. Her legs are placed over my shoulders after I carefully slide her over the edge. She is completely out of it and makes no move. I pushed my tongue deep inside her after using my fingers to separate her folds. She's the most delectable thing I've ever eaten, she's sweet, a little naive, and so fiercely independent that it drives me crazy. Rose jerks out of bed, her eyes widening as she lets out a groan. She initially surveys her surroundings while looking bewildered. Her brilliant blue eyes then met as they met mine. 'Ethan…?" I tickle her clit with my thumb and index finger while I devour her entrance, which makes her words, "What are you...oh, holy sh*t," fall off. For my enjoyment, her back arches and gorgeous tits continue to hang in the air. I enjoy the pain of her yanking on my hair as her fingers cling to it. She is unsuccessfully battling her orgasm. Her groans grow louder as I pick up the pace in my beat. She is short-lived. Not for her. As she yells my name, her head rolls back. But as she endures her climax, she brings her attention back to me, almost as if she didn't want to lose me. There's a reason she's my princess. "Have you c*m yet? I make sure she can see me licking the lovely taste of hers off my lips while I talk against her folds. I was just getting warmed up. 'A-again? She has a somewhat tired, slightly excited tone to her voice, and f*ck if I know why that's so seductive. I give her pussy kiss after kiss, "Again and again." And again f*cking. Her face changes color to a soft pink. "Stop kissing me there, please." Her wrists are shackled over her head by me as I climb atop her body. "So, should I kiss you right now? " I grab her lips with such a harshness that she gasps. I devour her instead of just kissing her. She whimpers as I suck her tongue, bite at it till the skin almost splits, and then latch onto her lips. Obsession. This is dangerously close to obsession. She slid on the bed as a result of my balls being pushed deep inside her. She squeals into my mouth without making an attempt to escape as her fingers bury themselves in the palm of her hand. Though I make an effort to convince myself that she is sore, that I am huge, and that I should be gentle with her, the instant she is in close proximity to me, my animalistic side takes over. The only thing I can do is possess, own, and physically and psychologically bind her to me. I don't want to injure her any more than this, so I started off slowly with my thrusts. Despite the fact that I have a flawless track record of self-restraint, this woman makes all of that irrelevant. Now, she is my wife. All I want to do is let her have the entire of me—the good, the bad, and the ugly—but I know it would just confirm her misgivings and encourage her to leave me. As a result, I make her mine because that is the only other thing I can think of. The cards I was dealt are, after all, incredibly awful. As I kiss her into the mattress, I give her a deep but leisurely thrust before letting her body sink into mine. She encircles my behind with her legs, trapping me. That serves as my cue to quicken my rhythm. I let go of her hands and hoisted her by the nape of her neck till she is sitting on my thighs. My abs tense with each thrust as I blast into her hard and quickly thanks to the position's extra space. She envelops me in her arms as her lips drops open. I snag those lips and gorge myself on them as I f*ck her so hard she almost collapses. Rose screams and rushes toward me, her inner walls tightening around my d*ck and beckoning me to join her. And I do join her. My entire body goes tight as I curse during my own orgasm. Every time I enter Rose, black magic is created. Never have I had enough of it. Rose tries to push me away as I flow inside of her. I mutter, "Stay still.. Unless you want me to use my cum to paint your tits." She desperately nods. "D-do it." Screw me. Does she genuinely want me to touch her private parts? It's too late, though, so I'll have to save that thought for later. My groans resound in the air as I empty inside of her. She has the ability to quickly drain me dry. I pull my hand away from her throat as it began to untie, revealing the gooey mess I had created. That is quickly evolving into my favorite view. Rose and I both look down at ourselves, but Rose's face is paler and her expression is fixed. "Hey, I extend a hand to her. What is it? " She slaps my hand away, stumbles out of bed, knuckles down, then stands back up. 'A**hole." I give a sinister grin. What has changed with her so suddenly? "Princess, is that a request to f*ck yours? " She reaches for a cushion and strikes me. "I warned you not to enter me," I pull on the cushion I'm holding in between us to get her closer. "You instructed me to do it. It's never too late to "do it," but it can happen anyplace." Her bright nipples are demanding to be licked, bit, and marked as she exhales heavily, her tits rising and falling. I make an effort to concentrate on her fury rather than how badly I want to roll her under me and eat her once more. Rose seems to be able to read my thoughts. Leaving the pillow behind, she rushes to the bathroom and closes the door after her. My jaw tightens. You'll have to break that habit. She is unable to run away from me or lock herself in a room. no longer. But first, I have to figure out what the heck just gave her so much trouble right now. In difficult circumstances, desperate things always come.