Page 100 of Pucking Obsessed

Eden remained stoic and silent throughout.

We held each other’s gazes.

It was a communion.

A moment without words.

Love, deeper than I’ve felt before.

There wasn’t a flicker of pain on Eden’s face, but I knew that it must hurt.

It’s no wonder that Eden can hide his pain so well from us.

It’s worrying.

“Pain scale?” I whispered at the start.

He didn’t reply.

“Seriously.”

Finally, Eden arched his pierced brow. “One, as if a lit match is being traced over my skin. Or possibly, a cat is scratching me.”

“That’s only a one?”

“My cat in England, Silky, scratched me all the time, when I was a kid. He had wild, feral moments.” Eden sounds fond. “Silky was sweet. But then something would set him off. He reminded me of my twin, when he loses it on the ice.”

Now, I catch a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye.

A tiny red squirrel with tufted ears and a pointed face is scampering along the branch of the old oak that grows outside the window.

“Your squirrel is outside saying good night,” I whisper.

Eden stops reading.

He glances up. “Puck never learns the time that she should be in her nest. She’s a rebel or possibly, she could be an insomniac like Shay.”

I trace down the strong muscles of Eden’s chest.

I love that I’m the first woman he’s shared his body with.

Looking at the bandage that covers his tattoo, I believe now that I will be the last.

Unable to resist, I duck my head and lick across his pierced left nipple.

When Eden stumbles over the word that he’s reading, my lips curl into smile against his skin.

I love how sensitive he is.

I push my hair behind my ear and suck on his sensitive nipple.

Eden growls, struggling to stay still.

“Keep reading,” I say, innocently. “It’s starting to get interesting. Isn’t she close to falling into Wonderland on Hatter’s tongue?”

I slide my hand down Eden’s joggers to find that he’s already half-hard.

That makes me wetter.

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