Page 109 of Pucking Obsessed

We have the use of 1001 Fantasies for another half an hour, and I have somewhere that will give us the privacy we need.

I pull Robyn into a small, fitting room at the back of the store, shutting us into the close space by pulling the drapes across.

We’re enclosed in the darkness, as it should be.

I’m not Shay. I haven’t bathed in the sun for over a decade.

Sometimes, I feel like Robyn deserves someone good-natured like Shay alone who hasn’t lost his positive outlook on life.

I’m not a golden retriever.

I am like the cold undead.

I’m too possessive of Robyn to willingly give her up now that I’ve found her.

Instead, I’ll hold onto both Shay and her. I’ll let their light shine onto me.

I’ll do everything that I can for the rest of my life to protect them both with my own darkness.

I know that Eden does the same.

Robyn’s chest is rising and falling rapidly, as I push her against the cubicle wall.

I grab her wrists and drag them above her head. I pin her against the wall. Our bodies are pressed against each other.

I can see multiple versions of her reflected in the mirrors.

It’s electric.

Sparks ignite between us.

“Bite me, huh?” I turn my head, teasing Robyn by grazing my teeth along the sensitive skin of her neck.

I want one final check in.

Robyn squirms but she doesn’t struggle to free herself.

I haven’t had sex in a fitting room before.

I like this.

“I am yours,” Robyn agrees, playing her role. “Feed on me.”

I raise my blazing gaze to meet Robyn’s. “I thirst for you, principessa. I’ve spent centuries alone. But as your blood sings to me, I know that I’d wander for centuries more for the chance to spend forever in your arms. You’re my fucking addiction.”

This is only roleplay.

Only, it’s not.

We both know that.

When Robyn smiles, I’m overwhelmed.

It’s incredible to be able to watch her in the mirror like this.

Unable to take the flood of emotions, I turn my mouth back to the base of her throat, where it meets her shoulder.

Then I bite.

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