Page 52 of Dark Obsession

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, still catching his breath. “Every time I touch you… I can’t get over it.”

A shiver runs down my spine, not from the cold but from the way his words sink into me. He makes me feel things no one else ever has—things I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling. My heart swells, and I melt against him, loving the way his strong arms make me feel safe, like I belong wrapped within them.

He slowly pulls out of me, and I feel the loss immediately, though he stays close, holding me like he’s afraid to let go. His hands move over my body, slow and soothing, as if memorizing every inch of me.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, more intimate. He turns me around gently, facing him, his eyes searching mine.

I nod, feeling my cheeks flush as I smile up at him. “I’m more than okay,” I say quietly, leaning into his touch as he cups myface, his thumb brushing my lower lip.

He kisses me tenderly, no urgency now, nothing but pure connection. It’s in moments like this that I realize just how much he means to me. How much I crave not only the way he takes control, but the way he holds me after, the way he makes me feel wanted in every possible way.

I think about telling him the truth—that I’d never been with anyone else. That everything I’ve felt, everything we’ve done together, it’s all been new for me.

But I hesitate. Will it change the way he sees me? Would it even matter to him?

I pull away slightly, looking into his eyes, trying to decide if this is the moment to say it. He notices something in my expression and tilts his head in question.

“What’s on your mind, princess?” he asks, his voice gentle, coaxing. “Talk to me.”

I bite my lip, my heart pounding as I consider it. Maybe it’s time to trust him completely.

I take a deep breath, feeling his hands still on me, warm and grounding. The words are right on the edge of my lips, and before I can stop myself, they slip out.

“You were my first.”

For a moment, Grigori freezes. His dark eyes widen, and he pulls back just slightly to look at me, his brow furrowing like he didn’t quite catch what I said.

"What?" His voice is low, almost disbelieving.

I can’t help but smirk at his reaction.

“What, did you think I was some floozy who’s been around?” I tease, trying to lighten the intensity of the confession.But inside, my heart's pounding. This is real and raw, and I’m laying it all out for him.

He blinks, shaking his head quickly. “No, Elena. It’s not that…” His voice trails off as he gathers his thoughts. His hands tighten around my waist, pulling me closer. “It’s just that a woman like you—so beautiful, so confident—I guess I assumed you’d have, well, experience.”

I raise an eyebrow, watching his face as he processes it. He’s not angry, not freaked out, just shocked. He looks at me like I’m delicate, something he’s trying to understand in a new way.

“Well, you assumed wrong,” I say, my voice soft but with my usual bratty edge. “I wasn’t waiting around for some fairytale prince. But I wasn’t about to give myself to just anyone, either.”

His grip on me tightens, his eyes darkening with a mixture of emotions. “You gave yourself to me,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, like he’s realizing the weight of it all. “Fuck, Elena.”

I grin. “Yeah, I did. And I don’t regret it. Not for a second.”

His gaze softens, something in his rough, dark exterior cracking open. “You have no idea what that means to me. Knowing I was your first... I didn’t expect that.”

His lips brush mine with a fierce tenderness. “You’re mine now, Elena. I don’t take that lightly.”

The words make my heart race, but in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I can feel the truth in them, and I know he means every word. But it's too soon for either of us to say more.

“Damn right I am,” I whisper back.

Grigori leans in and kisses me again, slow and deep, like he’s savoring every second. When he pulls back, his dark eyes lock onto mine.

“I’ll never forget this kiss, princess. Never.”

I smile, my fingers trailing along his jaw, the typical tension between us shifting into something warmer, something real. It’s not love—at least, not yet. But there’s something serious growing between us, and I’m not sure where it’s going.

All I know is that I’m in this with him, no matter what.

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