Page 17 of The Dark Obsession

I nearly forget about Tyson’s presence at my back, his eyes trailing my every step as I let my gaze roam over our surroundings insatiably.

I can’t believe that this is where he brought me.

The scenery is gorgeous, I can’t wait to see what it’ll look like in the daylight.

And when I finally look up, I gasp.

The stars.

There are so many of them.

I’ve never seen something so magnificent.

Back in the city, it’s rare to spot one or two adorning the night sky. But here, hundreds of them rest unobstructed at the palm of my hand.

What stuns me further is the total silence.

Only the light rustle of wind and a distant sound of running water filling the dead of the night.

Maybe there’s a river or a creek nearby.

I should keep that in mind since it could be useful when I at last make my escape.

“You like it?” Tyson’s hot breath grazes my nape, his warmth enveloping my body from behind.

I have to fight the urge to lean back into him.

“It’s beautiful.” I breathe with wonder.

“Beautiful indeed.” The drop in his voice causes me to turn around only to find him already looking at me with an unreadable expression that sends a pleasant shiver to my core.

Damn him and his onyx eyes.

Chapter Four

Tyson

She’s perfect.

I can’t get enough of the awe carved into her gorgeously delicate face.

I’ve worked fucking ceaselessly to make this the perfect home for her, filled with everything I knew she loves only to then lie awake at night, imagining how I’d finally bring her here.

But fuck, seeing her in flesh in front of the cabin I’ve build with Malory in mind, it’s a thousand times better that anything I had envisioned.

I can’t look away.

My eyes tracing the gentle curves of her body up to her slim neck, picturing how my hand would look wrapped around it.

Her expression grows vary as she keeps gazing up at me with those big, green eyes, a small line forming between her brows. The urge to smooth it out with my thumb overwhelms me.

Not yet.

It would probably disturb her more than soothe her right now. She’s not ready for that.

But soon, with some time and patience,I’ll get to touch what’s mine.

It’s not lost on me how her body reacts to my touch even if she doesn’t want to admit it to herself.

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