Chapter 9: Bound by Obsession

 

Lucas lay spent in Ethan’s arms, his body still trembling from the intensity of his release. He could feel the rise and fall of Ethan’s chest beneath him, the rhythm of their breathing slowly syncing. The room was quiet now, the only sound their shallow breaths as the heat of the moment began to cool.

But even in the calm, Lucas couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed—something deeper, darker. The possessiveness in Ethan’s voice lingered in the air, heavy with an unspoken promise, a binding he couldn’t escape.

Ethan’s fingers trailed lazily down Lucas’s spine, a touch that was both soothing and charged with an undercurrent of control. “You’re thinking too much,” Ethan murmured, his lips brushing against the top of Lucas’s head.

Lucas shifted slightly, his mind still reeling from what had just transpired between them. The rawness of it, the intensity—it was more than he had ever imagined. But with it came a creeping sense of unease, the realization that he was in too deep, that he was losing himself to the obsession that was Ethan.

“I don’t know how to stop,” Lucas admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t know if he meant the desire or the fear, or maybe both. All he knew was that Ethan had awakened something in him that he couldn’t control—something that scared him as much as it thrilled him.

“You don’t have to,” Ethan replied, his tone laced with dark amusement. He shifted beneath Lucas, propping himself up on one elbow so that he could look down at him. His eyes gleamed in the dim light, a predatory glint that sent a shiver through Lucas’s body. “That’s the beauty of it. You don’t stop. You just let go.”

Lucas swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “And if I fall?” he asked, his voice shaking with the weight of the question.

Ethan’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. “Then I’ll catch you,” he promised, his fingers tightening possessively around Lucas’s waist. “But you’ll never want to come back from this.”

Lucas felt the gravity of Ethan’s words sink into him, pulling him down further into the abyss of their connection. He knew there was no turning back now, no escaping the pull Ethan had on him. The thought both terrified and excited him.

Ethan leaned in, his lips brushing against Lucas’s ear as he whispered, “You’re mine now, Lucas. I’ve marked you, claimed you. And you’ll never be free of me.”

A shiver ran down Lucas’s spine, and he couldn’t deny the dark thrill that surged through him at Ethan’s words. It was possessive, obsessive, but it was exactly what he craved—what he had been searching for without even knowing it.

“What if I don’t want to be free?” Lucas asked, his voice soft, almost vulnerable.

Ethan’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Good,” he said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. “Because you won’t be. Not now. Not ever.”

Before Lucas could respond, Ethan’s lips crashed against his in a bruising kiss, filled with raw, unrestrained hunger. Lucas moaned into the kiss, his hands clutching at Ethan’s shoulders, desperate to hold on as the intensity of their connection surged once more.

Ethan’s hands were everywhere—gripping, exploring, claiming every inch of Lucas’s body as if it belonged to him. And in that moment, Lucas realized that it did. He had given himself over completely, surrendered to the flames of their passion, bound by the obsession that burned between them.

Ethan’s mouth left Lucas’s lips, trailing hot kisses down his neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, marking him as his own. Lucas gasped, his body arching into Ethan’s touch, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain.

“You’re mine,” Ethan growled against his skin, his teeth sinking into Lucas’s collarbone, marking him with a possessive bite that sent shockwaves of pleasure through him.

Lucas cried out, his hands fisting in Ethan’s hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. He could feel the darkness in Ethan, the obsession that drove him, and it mirrored the growing need inside Lucas. They were two flames feeding off each other, burning hotter and brighter with every touch, every kiss.

“Say it,” Ethan demanded, his voice rough with lust as he pulled back to look into Lucas’s eyes. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Lucas breathed, his voice trembling with the weight of the words. And in that moment, he knew it was the truth. He was bound to Ethan now—by desire, by obsession, by something deeper that he couldn’t explain.

Ethan’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he leaned in to claim Lucas’s mouth once more, sealing their connection with a kiss that left Lucas breathless and aching for more.

The night stretched on, their bodies tangled together, consumed by the fire that burned between them. Lucas knew he was lost, but in Ethan’s arms, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heat, the passion, the obsession that bound them together.

• To Be Continued...