Page 69 of The Dark Obsession

“You’re the first and only women I’ll ever kiss.” Tyson brings his face closer, our noses touching. “And I’ll do my best to open up to you, but I can’t make any promises.”

“That’s all I’m asking for.” I breathe with relief. “I know sharing isn’t your strongest suit, it isn’t mine either. I guess that’s one thing we have in common.”

“We.I like that.” He murmurs, running a hand through his messy, dark hair as he leans back with a peaceful expression on his face.

Molding my small body against his much larger one with a content sigh, I snuggle closer as his calloused hand envelops mine on his heart, hiding it completely.

I look down at our joined hands, our fingers tightly intwined as a deep sense of belonging washes over me.

This feels so inexplicably right.

Like we were supposed to end up here all along.

When the shadows of the pines around us grow long and the sun starts setting, we finally scramble to our feet, making our way back towards the cabin.

Tyson’s hand possessively wrapped around my waist as Nero paces in front of us, keeping his distance.

The poor dog has already witnessed too much for my liking, but at least he’s learned to scurry away whenever Tyson pounces on me.

Sometimes I think they’re telepathic.

It’s uncanny how they have the same black hair, or fur, and that overly intimidating look going on. I guess it’s true when they say that owners tend to look like their dogs.

When we’re not even halfway across the property, Tyson’s patience snaps as hoists me up in his arms.

Holding my body close to his, he eats up the remaining distance with a few long strides.

Without bothering to close the front door, he has me spread out on the kitchen island, tearing off my clothes like possessed before he proceeds to make me come twice on his tongue alone.

With my head still reeling from the onslaught of orgasms, I find myself bend over the counter as he fills me so perfectly, my hips banging hard against the marble as he pounds into me with bruising force.

Biting every inch of my exposed skin he can reach, the pain mixing deliciously with the overwhelming pleasure, raising it to new heights as I scream in bliss.

Letting the warm water soothe my aching body, I lean back into Tyson’s hard chest in the bathtub. It’s a tight fit considering his massive frame, not allowing for an inch of additional space.

Not that I don’t want to be plastered against those solid muscles.

Despite him ambushing me plenty of times in the shower, we’ve never actually taken a bath together. Well, I did offer that one time.

After the guy literarily fucked my brains out, there was no way I’d be able to walk in the foreseeable future.

So, Tyson being the king of aftercare that he is carried my limp body up here, stripped and climbed in beneath the bubbles with me like it was an everyday occurrence.

It’s perfect though.

His arms wrapped around my torso, fingers trailing over my stomach and down the valley between my breasts, making my insides tingle all over again.

It’s like I can never get enough of the man.

My muscles beginning to loosen up as Tyson gently runs a loofa over my skin, massaging my vanilla scented shower gel over every tender part of my body until I’m melting against him.

I could just close my eyes and stay like this forever. Yet the craving to care for him as well wins over.

Turning in his arms, I straddle Tyson’s hips as best as I can in the narrow tub before squirting out a blob of his shower gel into my open hand, rubbing it between my palms.

His wary eyes never leaving me, tracking my every move.

I spread the sudsy substance over his wide chest and shoulders, down his inked arms and then back up once more.

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