Page 68 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

"Exactly." His lips brush mine softly, the kiss tasting of salt and medication and promises we'll probably both regret making. "Now come here and let me hold you until these happy pills knock me out again."

I carefully rearrange myself against his less-injured side, letting his steady heartbeat lull me toward something resembling peace. The voices in my head settle to a quiet murmur, soothed by his presence like nothing else can manage.

We're probably damned – too broken to be truly whole, too dangerous to be truly safe. But as I drift toward sleep in his arms, I can't bring myself to care. Let the world judge us for our obsession, our toxicity, our absolute inability to exist without each other.

They'll never understand that some forms of love are meant to be tainted.

Some souls are meant to break together.

Healing Obessession

~GEMINI~

The room was quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Zander's face was pale, exhaustion tugging at his sharp features. But even now, beaten and bandaged, he radiated that maddening blend of charm and strength that I couldn’t resist.

His lips curled into a smirk as his green eyes raked over me, settling on the loose pigtails framing my face. "You know, Sweet Dynamite," he drawled, his voice hoarse but teasing, "the way those bounce around when you're mad at me? Makes it real hard to focus."

"Focus on what?" I shot back, letting the corner of my lips quirk upward.

"Anything but yanking them," he confessed with a grin, his hand lifting slightly from the bed as if to reach for one.

I leaned down, my pigtails brushing against his bare chest, my lips hovering just over his. "I don’t think you’re strong enough for that right now."

His smirk deepened, his breath fanning over my lips. "Then you better do all the work, sweetheart."

"You're unbelievable," I muttered, kissing him softly at first, savoring the warmth of his mouth against mine. But the moment his lips parted, letting me taste him fully, that familiar spark flared between us.

I pulled back, my breaths uneven. "Are you sure you're up for this?"

Zander’s gaze darkened, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Eva, I’ve been shot, not dead. Don’t make me beg."

Heat pooled low in my belly at the rasp in his voice. Without another word, I slid down the bed, dragging the thin hospital sheet with me. His sharp inhale made me glance up, catching the flicker of hunger in his eyes as my hands found the waistband of his sweatpants.

"You're really thriving on this, huh?" I teased, hooking my fingers into the fabric and pulling it down carefully to avoid aggravating his injuries.

"You’ve got no idea," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation.

The sight of him, hard and already straining for attention, made my cheeks flush. My hands wrapped around his length, earning a low, guttural groan from him that sent a thrill racing through me.

"Sweet Dynamite," he breathed, his voice strained, "don't tease."

I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his tip, before slowly taking him into my mouth. His response was immediate—a sharp inhale followed by a broken moan that made my pulse quicken.

"Fuck, Eva," he muttered, his head falling back against the pillow, his good hand tangling in the sheet beneath him.

I worked him slowly at first, my lips and tongue tracing every inch of him, savoring the way his breath hitched with every movement. His body tensed beneath me, and the quiet cursesthat fell from his lips only encouraged me to go deeper, taking him until I felt the stretch in my jaw.

Zander’s groans grew louder, his hips jerking slightly despite his injuries. "Eva, if you keep that up, I’m not gonna last," he warned, his voice tight.

I pulled back just enough to grin up at him. "Maybe that's the point."

"Don’t even think about stopping," he growled, his eyes blazing as they locked onto mine.

I didn’t. I quickened my pace, my hand joining my mouth to bring him closer to the edge. The tension in his body coiled tighter and tighter until he let out a guttural groan, his release sudden and overwhelming. I swallowed every drop, my cheeks flushing with pride at the way his chest heaved, his body trembling beneath my touch.

I kissed my way back up to him, savoring the taste of him still lingering on my lips. His hand reached for me, his grip firm despite the exhaustion pulling at him.

"Your turn," he rasped, his green eyes blazing with a mixture of satisfaction and desire.

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