Page 53 of The Dark Obsession

“You’re fucking perfect.” He whispers more to himself than anything. My heartbeat stuttering at hearing those words nonetheless.

Praise isn’t something I’m used to and I find myself desperately wanting more.

Tyson brushes the hair from my sweaty forehead before softly tracing my cheekbones, our noses touching at how close he’s gotten.

Just as I think he’ll seal his lips with mine, his hand on my hip flexes, his chin dipping away from me.

The spark of disappointment blooming in my chest gets quickly doused when he starts lightly kissing my jaw and neck, occasionally biting a spot he hasn’t yet marked, lingering by the sensitive place behind my ear that makes my toes curl.

As my breath start to pick up once more, Tyson spreads my legs wide, settling comfortably between them.

Pinning my body beneath his, he lets me feel the entirety of his weight on me while I relish in the sudden sense of safety it brings me.

That’s when I feel it.

His throbbing erection pressing into me.

I don’t know what compels me to do so, but I lift my hips, rubbing myself against the steel bulge.

I never thought it could get this hard.

A feral growl rumbles from deep within Tyson’s chest, making my core ache with need once more.

One would think that I’ve had enough by now. But it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Biting my lip, I look up to catch him watching me with an unreadable expression, his eyes so dark I can hardly make out his irises.

“I need you.” His voice is strained, his hold on me bruising.

The meaning of his words hits me like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of me.

Regardless of how good he makes me feel, I fear the unknown. I fear what this will mean for us once we cross that line.

Not that we haven’t obliterated most of them already.

“I-I’ve never…” I stutter, turning my head towards the dying embers, unable to look at him.

Trapping my chin in a firm grip between his fingers, Tyson brings my face back to his.

“I know.” He whispers against my mouth. “I’ll be the first and last man who’ll fuck you, own every part of you, little one.”

His hand circles my nape, holding me like he truly owns me.

“It doesn’t matter whether I have to wait another two years for you. I’ll wait for an eternity but know this, Malory. There’s only ever going to be me.” His voice becomes death incarnate. “And I’ll gladly kill anyone who thinks otherwise, who dares to touch what’s mine.”

I suck in a sharp breath, I shouldn’t want to give him this last piece of me.But I do.

I believe every last word he says.

Deep down, I want it to be true. At least the less sane parts of me do. But the questions of sanity and morality have long ceases to matter when it comes to Tyson.

I don’t understand how we got here, but somehow we did.

I can’t grasp the enormity of any of this because a few days ago, I couldn’t have made any of this up even if I wanted to.

And yet I’m here, about to lose my virginity to the man holding me hostage.

The look on his face is raw possession.

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