Obsession's Edge: Alaska

"You wanted this yourself! Never regret it." Alaska's voice was low, almost a growl, yet firm, making Ivy's chest pound erratically.

Before Ivy could respond, Alaska had already closed the distance between them, gripping the back of her neck with his strong hand and claiming her soft pink lips with passion and dominance. Ivy froze. Her body stiffened for a moment, but only briefly. There was something primal, wild, that made her surrender in his embrace. Without realizing it, her hands rose, wrapping tightly around Alaska's neck.

She was caught in a wave of sensations she'd never experienced before. Her breath hitched, her body melting into Alaska's every movement. Normally, she would never allow anyone, not even Darren, to touch her, let alone kiss her like this. But now? Her body betrayed her logic. She had lost control entirely.

Alaska finally pulled back, giving Ivy a chance to breathe. Her lips were swollen, her face flushed, and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she tried to steady the emotions surging within her. She panted, as if she had just learned to breathe again after almost drowning.

Alaska stared at Ivy with intoxicating intensity, a smirk tugging at his lips, more like a predator's grin. "Still uncomfortable?" he asked, his voice soft yet piercing, sending shivers down Ivy's spine.

"W-what are you doing...?" Ivy whispered, her voice trembling. Her hand instinctively touched her lips, still burning from the kiss. Her eyes showed confusion, but beneath that, there was something deeper, something she was unwilling to admit.

Instead of answering, Alaska began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time. The sound was clear in the silence, creating an almost unbearable tension. Within seconds, his athletic body was revealed. His chiseled muscles, his perfectly defined abs, looked like a living masterpiece. The dim light reflecting off his skin only highlighted his perfection.

Ivy stared at him, disbelief evident in her gaze. Her hand, as if moving on its own, reached out to touch Alaska's abdomen. She felt the warmth of his skin, the muscles shifting under her fingers, and her own heart pounding wildly. She should have pushed him away. She should have left. But instead, she sank deeper. Damn it, what was happening to her?

Alaska lowered his head slowly, bringing his face close to Ivy's ear. "Do you know what you're doing?" he whispered, his voice low and flowing with a tone that was hard to decipher, a mix of temptation and threat. "Once you start this, there's no turning back."

Ivy stayed silent. Her gaze was blank, her eyes hazy from the influence of alcohol. Her body felt light, as if her mind had been left far behind.

Alaska moved closer, pushing Ivy until her back pressed against the bed. "You want this, don't you? I know you do," he said, almost as a command.

Ivy struggled to comprehend his words, but her mind was too clouded. "What... what do you mean?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat.

Alaska took a deep breath, then slowly unbuckled his belt. One by one, the layers of clothing were discarded, leaving him standing bare under the dim light. His gaze was unwavering, watching Ivy as if assessing the emotions that played across her face.

"Why... why are you undressing?" Ivy asked, her voice shaking, her eyes shutting tightly as if trying to avoid the reality in front of her.

Alaska chuckled softly, the sound sharp in Ivy's ears. He reached out, gently yet firmly grasping Ivy's wrist. "Why be shy? Isn't this what you wanted?" he asked, his tone leaving no room for denial.

Ivy shook her head slowly, but her body refused to act on her will. Her heartbeat raced uncontrollably, foreign sensations coursing through every inch of her skin. "I don't... I'm not sure," she murmured faintly, almost pleading.

Alaska lowered himself further, his lips just a breath away from Ivy's ear. "Relax," he whispered, his voice like a mysterious promise. "I'll make sure you're fine."

His fingers carefully touched the fabric clinging to Ivy's body, removing the last barrier. Ivy gasped, her body trembling with a mix of fear, shame, and something she couldn't explain.

"What's happening to me?" she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

Alaska didn't answer, simply watching Ivy with an unreadable gaze. He moved slowly, positioning their bodies as though everything had been preordained.

But as things reached their peak, Ivy flinched. Her breath hitched, and a small whimper of pain escaped her lips.

Alaska froze momentarily, his expression shifting. "You... I didn't know," he murmured, his voice soft for the first time. "I'm sorry... is it too painful?" he asked, though he himself seemed to be losing control.

Ivy looked at him with teary eyes, a single tear sliding down her cheek. "Why... why are you doing this?" she sobbed, her small voice breaking the silence between them.

Alaska bit his lip, frustration clear on his face. "I can't stop now," he muttered almost desperately. "You just need to bear it a little longer."

But as he tried to continue, Ivy's body responded with a mix of pain and shock. Her quiet whimpers made Alaska pause briefly, but he was too far gone to truly stop.

"It... it hurts so much," Ivy whimpered.

For once, Alaska, who was usually cold and indifferent to others, felt a pang of guilt seeing Ivy in pain. He gently caressed her flushed face. "Just hold on. It won't hurt for much longer," he said softly.

He said that only to reassure the girl in front of him, hoping she wouldn't pull away. In truth, he didn't know what else to do. This was his first time being this close to a woman.

However, Ivy seemed to soften at Alaska's words. She nodded, accepting his reassurance.

Alaska smiled, then began moving again. Moans and gasps escaped both their lips. Even Ivy, who had cried from the pain at first, now seemed to be enjoying the experience.

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When morning arrived, the faint sunlight seeped through the curtains, illuminating the room still filled with the scent of alcohol and satisfaction. Alaska sat leaning against the bed, his sharp eyes fixed on the face of the girl sleeping beside him. Ivy's face looked peaceful, but her body told a different story—marked with traces of last night's madness, bruises, and haphazard kisses and bites.

"Who are you, really?" Alaska muttered, his voice hoarse and low. His fingers reached out, gently brushing against Ivy's pale face. "Why are you so alluring... so much more than just your body?"

Alaska sighed softly and rose slowly. Wrapping a towel around his waist, his tattooed body stood in stark contrast to the morning light. He walked over to the small table in the corner, picking up a cigarette from the ashtray. With a casual motion, he lit it, inhaling deeply before exhaling a stream of white smoke into the air.

He sat by the window, staring outside with a vacant expression, as though trying to understand the turmoil within him. Yet his thoughts kept circling back to Ivy, the girl who, for some reason, had made him lose control last night.

Meanwhile, Ivy began to stir. Her head felt heavy, like it had been struck by a hammer, causing her to blink several times to focus her vision. When her eyes fully opened, she froze. The scene around her left her paralyzed. This room was unfamiliar, filled with a dark, masculine aura that pressed heavily on her.