Page 56 of The Dark Obsession

I’ve never seen something more beautiful.

Tyson doesn’t move to pull out, wrapping his arms tightly around me as we hold each other together, coming down from the incredible high.

Our ragged breaths mingling while he licks away the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I didn’t even realize I was crying as he seals our foreheads together.

“Every tear you shed, every breath you take, every moan and whimper are fucking mine.”

Chapter Eleven

Tyson

It’s three in the morning.

And I’ve been fucking sitting here, still fully naked in the corner of the dark room for hours now, my eyes glued to her sleeping form.So small and vulnerable.

After our thorough fucking, Malory passed out in my arms since I couldn’t bring myself to let go of her, couldn’t bear the thought of not having her skin against mine.

When the air around us turned cold and the last ember burned out, I finally carried her to bed, tucking her in after cleaning up the mess I left between her thighs.

I’ve never come so hard.

Just thinking about it is making my cock harden all over again.

The feeling of her warm, wet pussy wrapped around me like a vice, squeezing me tightly for every last drop.

Fuck.If I don’t get my head straight, I’ll pounce on her while she’s asleep because apparently, I’m not above somnophilia when it comes to this girl.

It wasn’t nearly enough.It’ll never be.

Of that I’m certain.

I would have continued pounding her addicting cunt for hours if I wasn’t concerned that I’d hurt her. And I certainly never gave a shit about that with the whores I used to fuck.

Malory is different. She’s innocent and precious.

Nothing someone like me should’ve ever gotten his hands on. But it’s too late for that.

She’s beyond saving.She’s mine.

When she told me that I’m her first, I couldn’t contain my need to claim all of her right then and there.

Given her sheltered upbringing, I suspected her inexperience, but I couldn’t be entirely certain of it.

Hearing her confirm my suspicions made something animalistic in me snap with need to conquer, to possess.

No other man will ever touch her and walk away alive. I’ll make sure of it if it’s the last thing I do.

Gripping the armrests of the chair, I hear the wood creak beneath my palms as I fight to stop myself from climbing into bed with her.

I’m itching to hold her, to feel her bare body against mine. But I don’t think I’m capable of not fucking her again.

Her tiny moans of discomfort were the most wondrous sounds I’ve heard in my life, making my cock throb with the need to fill her up as my obsession surged with possession, forcing me to thrust into her without restraint, tearing through her virgin pussy.

Besides if she woke up with me in bed beside her, she’d probably freak out. Already I’ve crossed too many lines too fast, yet all my plans of taking it slow as to not overwhelm her seem to dissolve the moment I have her pliant body in my arms.

Malory is the perfect counterpart to my empty darkness, the perfect submissive made just for me.

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