Page 68 of The Dark Obsession

His other hand cups my jaw, holding my face hostage while he kisses me harder, the force of it nearly tipping over the hammock as he laps at my bleeding lip until we’re both breathless.

“Damn it, baby.” He rasps before giving me one final kiss. A soft peck that absolutely melts my heart.

“So fucking perfect. And all mine.”

Tyson’s lips are smeared with my blood, making him look equally lethal and breathtaking as he licks them clean, groaning at the taste of me.

“Am I your first?” His voice is low and husky, making my thighs clench with need.

I nod, unable to form words as the man kisses me once more with surprising gentleness. His mouth lingering on mine before pulling back.

The whine I let out at the loss making him laugh. A deep, genuine laugh.

I gape at him with wide eyes, that carefree smile shocking me more than the kiss.

I’ve only ever seen him smirk a handful of times and even that was incredibly rare.

Now, all I want is to hear it again, to see the way his eyes crease at the corners. Describing Tyson as handsome would be an insult. The man is devastating in the most dangerous way.

“You’re my first as well.” His thumb strokes tenderly along my cheekbone as I stare at him in disbelief.

“B-but you’ve slept with other women.”

“That doesn’t mean I kissed them.” He counters, his eyes darting to my bleeding lip with an unreadable look.

Admittedly, it kind of makes sense since he’s never kissed me during sex either. I’ve lost quite a bit of sleep over why it bothered me so much.

“Why not?” I whisper almost inaudibly.

“There’s no point in it for someone like me. I never cared about anyone in that way before.” He admits with a stiff shrug.

“And now?” I search his eyes for a hint of the answer I’ve been hoping for, holding my breath.

“You’ve changed everything, little one.”

With that he swoops in for another taste of my lips, claiming complete ownership over me.

“When you’re a heartless bastard like me, fucking used to be just a way to satisfy my needs. None of it meant anything before I met you.”

My heart swells, making me almost believe that there might be more for us, that he might be able to…

The thing about hope is that it’s dangerous. But then again so is he.

“I… I need more from you than just sex, Tyson.” A weight lights off my shoulders at having finally said it out loud.

“What is it? Tell me.” His brows draw together, tempting me to smooth out the deep etched crease between them.

“I don’t want to be just a possession to you. I need a real connection.” My voice is quiet, hesitant as I cast my gaze downwards.

“You’re mine, Malory. That’s not up for discussion.” The dominance in his tone is unshakeable.

“I want us to be equals. I want you to me mine too.” The words slip out before I have chance to think better of it.

It seems to take him aback as he considers me before cradling my face between his palms.

“I am yours.” Full of conviction, his burning black eyes lock with mine. “I’ve been yours since I first saw you. For two fucking years, I’ve belonged to you.”

My heart stops as I keep searching his face for any sign of uncertainty only to find unwavering determination.

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