Page 112 of The Dark Obsession

The man goes on and on, never slowing his pace, never stopping.

He’s ruthless. Owning my body in every sense, refusing to let go as he stakes his claim on me.

Shifting his hips, he starts hitting just the right spot that sets my insides aflame, my pussy gripping him like a vice.

“Fuuuck...” A feral growl unlike anything I’ve heard rumbles from deep within his chest.

My body rocking back and forth on the forest floor as he keeps viciously ramming into my heat. His bruising grip on my waist making my fingers dig into the soft ground.

Right there. That spot he’s hitting.

My heart pounds wildly in my ribcage, my vision blurring until I feel like I might faint.

He’s fucking me like nothing else in this world matters.

Not his vengeance, not my fucked-up upbringing.

There’s only us.

Our bodies moving together.

Insatiably.

Tyson’s strokes turn impossibly rougher as carnal lust consumes us both.

Riding on the edge of pain, the pleasure is endless, making my spine bow as I wail.

His fingers finding my clit.

And I scream.

There’s dirt all over me, dead leaves and branches tangled in my hair, my clothes torn to shreds.

After Tyson carried my limp body back to the cabin, the man proceeded to disinfect every little scratch on my palms and knees, gently kissing the barely visible wounds.

With me sitting on the bathroom counter, he untangles my locks, gently brushing through the long tresses.

Once he’s done, Tyson picks me up as if I weigh nothing, making me instinctively wrap my arms and legs tightly around him as we step into the shower.

Without letting go of me, he lathers my vanilla shower gel onto every inch of my body, his touch light and caring.

I feel utterly worshipped.Loved.

Wiggling free of his hold, my legs barely hold me upright as I stand on my own. I want to do the same for him, show him that he’s worth caring for.

Squeezing out some of the soap into my palm, I slowly explore every nook and crevice on his chiseled body with my fingertips. Skin against skin, enveloping him in my scent.

Tyson’s low grunt sounds above me, making me look up. His eyes are closed, lips parted and the semi-permanent crease between his eyebrows has disappeared.

Well, mostly.

I can’t resist standing up on my tiptoes, grabbing the back of his neck to kiss those full lips.

Immediately, the man’s arms engulf me, fingers tangling in my hair as he tilts my head up to deepen our connection.

It’s slow. Our tongues stroking against each other almost tenderly. Tasting, teasing.

When we finally break apart, Tyson’s eyes are hooded, his expression full of unspoken emotions.

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