79: An Obsession

The conviction in his voice was undeniable, as if my mere presence was the very essence of his existence.

He was consumed by an insatiable obsession.

Barely able to catch my breath, he leaned in, our lips tantalizingly close, a mere fraction of an inch apart. He was the most captivating man I had ever encountered, a man who refused to accept "no" from anyone. But he wasn't seeking permission; he was claiming what he believed belonged to him.

A guttural growl escaped his lips before he forcefully pressed his mouth against mine, pulling my body tightly against his own.

The sensation of his pulsating arousal pressing against my abdomen left me dizzy, my heart pounding so loud that it drowned out all other sounds. I questioned whether I had any fight left in me, any strength to preserve the integrity of my heart. He had stripped away my innocence long ago, and now he was set to envelop me in his dark desires.

The kiss transformed into a frenzied roar of shared passion, our tongues dan