The Twisted Obsession-Chapter 297: Possession

As the minutes passed in silence, Abby’s mind began to shift from the anxiety and desperation she had orchestrated to something deeper, more primal. She could feel Remo’s warmth, his strength, the rise and fall of his chest against her as he held her close. It had been days since he had touched her like this, and she could feel a longing growing inside her, a need she could no longer ignore.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at him, her eyes still glistening with the remnants of her tears. The vulnerability in her gaze was real, but it was now mixed with something else, something darker and more seductive. She reached up, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath her touch.

"Remo..." she whispered, her voice soft and breathy. "I’ve missed you."

He looked down at her, his brow furrowing slightly as if he wasn’t sure what she meant. "I’m here, Abby. I’m not going anywhere."

She shook her head, a small, sad smile playing on her lips. "I know... but I miss this. I miss us."

Remo hesitated, his eyes searching hers as if trying to understand the shift in her mood. But Abby didn’t give him time to question it. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered, "I miss your touch."

Her words sent a shiver through him, and she could feel the tension in his body as he tried to process what she was doing. But Abby knew him well enough to know that the walls he had built around himself were fragile, especially when it came to her. She had spent months breaking them down, bit by bit, and now she was going to use that to her advantage.

She pressed her lips against his neck, trailing soft kisses along his skin, her hand sliding up his chest to rest over his heart. She could feel it beating rapidly beneath her palm, a sign that her touch was affecting him as much as she had hoped. His breath hitched as she nipped gently at his earlobe, her voice a seductive whisper. "Do you still want me, Remo?"

He swallowed hard, his hands tightening their grip on her as he struggled with his own desires. "Abby... this isn’t the right time..."

But she could hear the hesitation in his voice, the way he was already beginning to succumb to the pull between them. She had always known how to get under his skin, how to make him forget everything else when they were together. And now, she was determined to remind him of that.

"Why not?" she asked, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. Her own were filled with a mix of longing and desperation. "I need you, Remo. I need to feel close to you."

He hesitated, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her lips as if he was weighing his options. But Abby didn’t wait for him to make a decision. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a slow, lingering kiss that spoke of all the emotions she had been holding back. She kissed him with a passion that she had kept hidden, a hunger that had only grown in the days he had been distant.

At first, Remo didn’t respond, his body tense as if he was still trying to resist. But then, slowly, she felt him begin to relax, his grip on her loosening as he started to kiss her back. It was hesitant at first, as if he wasn’t sure this was the right thing to do, but Abby wasn’t going to let him pull away now. She deepened the kiss, her hands sliding up to cup his face, holding him in place as she poured every ounce of her longing into the kiss.

Remo groaned softly against her lips, and that was all the encouragement Abby needed. She shifted in his lap, straddling him as she pressed her body closer to his. The feel of his warmth, the solidness of his chest beneath her, sent a thrill through her that only heightened her desire. She needed him, needed to remind him that they were meant to be together, that no one else could make him feel like this.

As she kissed him with increasing fervor, she felt his hands move to her waist, his grip tightening as if he was finally giving in. She could feel the heat between them building, the air around them charged with the electricity of their mutual desire. This was what she had been craving, what she had been planning for—this moment where Remo would finally see that they belonged together, that nothing else mattered.

"Abby..." he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with a mix of need and uncertainty.

"Shh," she whispered back, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him again, more urgently this time. "Don’t think... just feel."

Her words seemed to break the last of his resistance. Remo’s hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer, his lips matching her urgency as he kissed her back with a passion that made her head spin. The way he touched her, the way he held her, it was everything she had been missing, everything she had been longing for.

Abby moaned softly as his hands slid under her shirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She arched into him, encouraging him, wanting more. This was what she needed—to feel his hands on her skin, to remind him that no one else could make him feel this way.

They broke apart just long enough for Abby to pull off her shirt, discarding it carelessly on the floor before she leaned back in to capture his lips again. Her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling in her haste to get it off. She needed to feel him, all of him, to close the distance between them.

As they continued to undress each other, their movements became more frantic, their kisses more desperate. Abby could feel the heat building inside her, a fire that only Remo could quench. And as he finally pulled her against him, their bodies pressed together in a way that left no space between them, she knew she had him. She had won.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the broken glass, not the blood on the floor, not even the lingering doubts in the back of Remo’s mind. All that existed was the two of them, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync as they gave in to the desire that had been simmering between them for days.

And as they lost themselves in each other, Abby knew that she had him exactly where she wanted him—wrapped around her finger, bound to her by the intense connection they shared. This was love, she told herself. This was what it meant to be with someone, to possess them completely. And she wasn’t going to let anyone or anything take that away from her. Not now, not ever.

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