Chapter 21: Dark Obsession: Chapter 21

I watch him kneel in front of me, my breath catching as his lips skim the inside of my thigh.

Damn, he looks good down there—those strong hands gripping my legs, his broad shoulders flexing beneath his shirt. I can still taste him on my tongue, and it makes me tingle everywhere.

But now it’s my turn to be on the receiving end, and the anticipation is driving me insane.

Of course, he has to tease me first. He always does, that cocky grin playing on his lips as he hovers just inches away from where I need him most. I squirm, my body aching for more, begging without words.

And then, finally, his mouth is on me.

The second his tongue makes contact I gasp. Oh God, it feels so damn good. He starts slow, almost lazily, like he’s savoring the taste of me. His tongue flicks over my clit, soft and teasing, keeping me right on the edge. I can’t help but moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Grigori’s mouth is magic. He knows exactly what he’s doing, alternating between licking and sucking, his lips wrapping around me just right. My hips buck against his face, desperate for more. His stubble scratches my inner thighs, sending electric shocks of pleasure through me.

I glance down at him, and seeing his eyes locked on mine, all dark and intense while he’s doing that—holy hell, it’s almost too much.

I’m trembling, trying to hold on as he devours me. I arch my back as my body shakes, and I know I’m about to lose control.

He keeps at it, his tongue working its magic, and I feel myself falling apart, the pleasure building and building until it snaps. My body tenses, legs shaking uncontrollably, as the orgasm crashes through me.

It’s like a wave taking me under, making me moan louder than I probably should. I can barely catch my breath, my fingers still gripping his hair, holding him against me as the pleasure pulses through every inch of my body.

When it finally fades, I’m left panting, body trembling from the intensity of it all. But he’s not done. Not even close.

Before I can fully recover, he stands up, his hands gripping my hips with that familiar possessiveness. He spins me around effortlessly, pressing me up against the cold surface of the kitchen bar. I feel his hand on my back, pushing me down, my cheek against the counter.

My eyes go wide. He’s in total control, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on even more.

Slowly, he slides inside me from behind, stretching me out. God, it feels so good. My breath hitches, and he leans down, his voice low and rough in my ear.

“You like that, princess? I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day.”

I can’t even respond, too lost in the sensation of him filling me, his cock moving slow and deep, each thrust making me gasp and moan with every stroke.

“You’re so fucking tight. You were made for me.”

His words send shivers down my spine, and I can feel another orgasm building fast, my body shivering beneath him.

He thrusts deeper, harder, slowing down when he knows I’m on the edge. I let out a frustrated moan, needing him to take me over that cliff.

“Grigori, please,” I beg, my voice breathy, barely a whisper.

He grips my hips tighter, his breath hot against my ear. “Beg louder, princess. I want to hear you.”

I bite my lip, trying to hold back, but my body betrays me. “Please. I need you.”

“That’s better,” he growls, thrusting in again, this time harder, setting a brutal pace. “You’re mine.” He’s relentless, his powerful hands keeping me exactly where he wants me. There’s no escape from the pleasure. He owns every bit of me in this moment, and I love it.

His voice drops, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “Come for me again. I want to feel it. Now.”

I do as I’m told. His command is all it takes to send me over the edge again, my body trembling beneath his, completely at his mercy.

He doesn’t let up, driving into me harder, his grip on my hips like iron. My legs are shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps, but I don’t want him to stop. He leans over, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth at my ear.

“You feel so good, princess,” he growls, his breath sending shivers down my spine. “You like it when I take you like this, don’t you?”

I can’t form any words so I just nod, lost in the overwhelming sensations. His hand moves from my hip, slipping between my thighs, finding my swollen clit. He circles it slowly, torturously, while still fucking me deep, drawing out every bit of pleasure he can.

“Say it,” he commands, his fingers moving faster. “Tell me you like it when I’m in control.”

My body’s on fire, everything tightening, building again. I try to resist but I’m too far gone, too close to the edge.

“I love it,” I gasp, my voice barely a whisper. “I love it when you take control.”

He groans, clearly satisfied with my surrender. “Good girl.”

His words are my undoing. I explode around him, my pussy clenching tight, my whole body shaking as the orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t stop, driving into me harder, deeper, chasing his own release as I’m lost in the aftershocks.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his rhythm faltering. I feel his body tense as he comes, spilling into me with one final, powerful thrust.

For a moment, neither of us move, our breathing heavy, bodies melded together in the aftermath. He stays inside me, keeping me close, his lips brushing my ear.

“You’re mine, Elena. Don’t ever forget that.”

I smile, completely sated, loving every second of his possessive, dominant side. I whisper back, “And you’re mine.”

He stays inside me for another minute, his arms wrapped around my waist, his chest warm against my back. It’s the contrast that gets me every time—how he can be so dominant, so rough when we’re together, and then switch in an instant to something gentle and tender. His lips brush the back of my neck, trailing soft kisses along my skin.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, still catching his breath. “Every time I touch you… I can’t get over it.”

A shiver runs down my spine, not from the cold but from the way his words sink into me. He makes me feel things no one else ever has—things I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling. My heart swells, and I melt against him, loving the way his strong arms make me feel safe, like I belong wrapped within them.

He slowly pulls out of me, and I feel the loss immediately, though he stays close, holding me like he’s afraid to let go. His hands move over my body, slow and soothing, as if memorizing every inch of me.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, more intimate. He turns me around gently, facing him, his eyes searching mine.

I nod, feeling my cheeks flush as I smile up at him. “I’m more than okay,” I say quietly, leaning into his touch as he cups my face, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

He kisses me tenderly, no urgency now, nothing but pure connection. It’s in moments like this that I realize just how much he means to me. How much I crave not only the way he takes control, but the way he holds me after, the way he makes me feel wanted in every possible way.

I think about telling him the truth—that I’d never been with anyone else. That everything I’ve felt, everything we’ve done together, it’s all been new for me.

But I hesitate. Will it change the way he sees me? Would it even matter to him?

I pull away slightly, looking into his eyes, trying to decide if this is the moment to say it. He notices something in my expression and tilts his head in question.

“What’s on your mind, princess?” he asks, his voice gentle, coaxing. “Talk to me.”

I bite my lip, my heart pounding as I consider it. Maybe it’s time to trust him completely.

I take a deep breath, feeling his hands still on me, warm and grounding. The words are right on the edge of my lips, and before I can stop myself, they slip out.

“You were my first.”

For a moment, Grigori freezes. His dark eyes widen, and he pulls back just slightly to look at me, his brow furrowing like he didn’t quite catch what I said.

‘What?’ His voice is low, almost disbelieving.

I can’t help but smirk at his reaction.

“What, did you think I was some floozy who’s been around?” I tease, trying to lighten the intensity of the confession. But inside, my heart’s pounding. This is real and raw, and I’m laying it all out for him.

He blinks, shaking his head quickly. “No, Elena. It’s not that…” His voice trails off as he gathers his thoughts. His hands tighten around my waist, pulling me closer. “It’s just that a woman like you—so beautiful, so confident—I guess I assumed you’d have, well, experience.”

I raise an eyebrow, watching his face as he processes it. He’s not angry, not freaked out, just shocked. He looks at me like I’m delicate, something he’s trying to understand in a new way.

“Well, you assumed wrong,” I say, my voice soft but with my usual bratty edge. “I wasn’t waiting around for some fairytale prince. But I wasn’t about to give myself to just anyone, either.”

His grip on me tightens, his eyes darkening with a mixture of emotions. “You gave yourself to me,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, like he’s realizing the weight of it all. “Fuck, Elena.”

I grin. “Yeah, I did. And I don’t regret it. Not for a second.”

His gaze softens, something in his rough, dark exterior cracking open. “You have no idea what that means to me. Knowing I was your first… I didn’t expect that.”

His lips brush mine with a fierce tenderness. “You’re mine now, Elena. I don’t take that lightly.”

The words make my heart race, but in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I can feel the truth in them, and I know he means every word. But it’s too soon for either of us to say more.

“Damn right I am,” I whisper back.

Grigori leans in and kisses me again, slow and deep, like he’s savoring every second. When he pulls back, his dark eyes lock onto mine.

“I’ll never forget this kiss, princess. Never.”

I smile, my fingers trailing along his jaw, the typical tension between us shifting into something warmer, something real. It’s not love—at least, not yet. But there’s something serious growing between us, and I’m not sure where it’s going.

All I know is that I’m in this with him, no matter what.