Page 123 of The Dark Obsession

We spend hours laying in each other’s arms with Tyson pointing out the different constellations while I relish in the way his deep, raspy voice washes over me.

“Thank you, for all of this.” I lift my head, our lips brushing lightly.

“No need for gratitude, little one. Being mine is all I need.” Tyson catches my lips in a deep kiss.

Slow and sensual, so unlike him. Just two people savoring each other, wholly immersed in the moment.

He tenderly cups my cheek as our tongues continue to meet each other thrust for trust until I’m forced to submit.

As I always do.

Brushing my hair away from my face, Tyson places one last gentle kiss to my swollen lips before he sits up on his knees, tearing his shirt over his head.

Drinking in the sight of his bare torso, my eyes rove over the blend of scars and tattoos spread over the wide plains of his muscles. The perfect image of brutality and violence.

Not to me though.

Reaching out, I let my fingers trail down his flexing abs, causing a rough groan to tear from his throat.

Slowly unfastening his belt, I hold his lust-filled gaze as I reveal the black briefs straining to contain his throbbing hardness.

The man doesn’t rush as he pulls off my top, brushing his palms over my ribs before removing my pants, sliding them down my legs along with my panties.

His lips meet my mound for a brief moment as I lift my butt to make it easier for him.

Resuming his path of kisses over every newly uncovered patch of skin, he undresses me until I'm lying bare under the stars.

This is a thousand times better than in my dreams.

Raising my leg, he kisses my sole, the hollow of my ankle, down my calf to the sensitive spot under my knee, continuing along my inner thigh.

His stubbled cheeks scratching the delicate skin, yet his tongue is the softest thing I’ve ever felt.

Making his way up my body, Tyson starts kneading my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples.

His lips trace my collar bone, leaving kiss after kiss on my flushed skin. The man is everywhere, his touch setting me aflame.

I mewl softly as he latches onto my nipple, swirling his tongue around the peaked bud.

“Finally, a place to properly worship you.” Tyson stretches out between my legs, half of his body sprawled on the rooftop while I’m nestled in the soft blankets.

My pussy throbs with need for his fingers, his mouth, his cock.Anything he’ll give me.

Hooking my legs over his shoulders, I shiver in anticipation as Tyson grazes my outer thighs with his calloused hands.

“Open your legs, baby.” He orders and my knees fall apart, revealing how wet I am for him.

“That’s it. Show me my glistening pussy, Malory.” His eyes blaze at the sight of me, spread wide open just for him.

With one last tender kiss to my lower belly, Tyson’s mouth closes around my swollen clit, sucking and stroking as I writhe in pleasure.

I’m at the brink of begging when his tongue dips between my folds, lapping at my entrance. Almost there.

Biting my bottom lip, I return his heated look.

"Let me hear you, baby girl." He rasps, a low rumble rising from his chest as he buries his face in my lap.

Back arching, my hips buck as his tongue ravishes me without merci. Precisely where I need him.

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