"I fucking miss you." He groaned, still hugging her tightly.
"I missed you too." Belle replied again, running her fingers through his hair.
He breathe heavily, before letting himself out of her and pulled her up to rest against his chest.
"Belle, don't you feel like this has turned to obsession?" He asked in a shaky tone.
He doesn't understand himself. When he crave her body, he believe he will slam his head against a wall if she made the demand.
He knew why he was doing all this but based on how she plead with him that it's enough earlier, he wanted to know how she felt about it.
Perhaps he's making her feel uncomfortable and she's just putting up with him?
He was scared. This love, it's crazy.
"Obsession? What should I term myself then?" She asked, lifting herself and sitting on his thigh, facing him.
He looked down at his cock that still stood strong and began to use it to play with her clit.
"Hmm…" She moaned.
