Beyond Obsession

Then he’d go lower.

He’d spread her thighs and kneel between them like a man starved. Use his mouth until she sobbed his name. Until she didn’t just want him—she needed him.

Only then would he fuck her.

Slow. Deep. All the way in.

Let her feel what it was like to be claimed. Owned.

Because if she was a virgin—and fuck, she was—he’d be the man to take that innocence. Carefully. Completely.

He