Page 78 of The Dark Obsession

The man himself isn’t asleep like I assumed he’d be.

Standing with crossed arms in front of the window, he’s looking out into the night like I was a minute ago.

His back is turned to me, the moonlight illuminating his silhouette adorned only in black boxer briefs.

Upon hearing me enter, his broad frame turns slowly, all his attention shifting to my tiny being, trapping me with his penetrating gaze.

Suddenly, I’m terribly aware of my revealing pajamas that are basically just a tank top and boy shorts trimmed with lace. My bare feet cold against the wooden floor but that’s not what makes my nipples pebble under the thin fabric.

Caught off guard, I almost forget the reason why I burst in here in the first place until his deep voice breaks me out of my stupor.

“What’s wrong?” Tyson asks with so much concern, a polar opposite of the man he turned into back in that parking lot.

“I can’t sleep.” My voice is barely a whisper.

“Me neither.” Longing flashes through his eyes and I wonder whether I just imagined it.

“C-can I stay with you?” I nod hesitantly towards the bed.

The silence that follows making me instantly regret barging in here. As I’m about to turn around and flee, he speaks up.

“Are you sure, little one?”

Feeling too vulnerable to say anything, I plead with my eyes, hoping he’ll understand.

Walking ever so slowly towards the spacious bed, Tyson gages my reaction as if he’s expecting me to bolt at any moment.

Finally, he lies down with an exhausted sigh, lifting the covers in a silent offering, allowing me to slip between his sheets.

Cuddling into his side, I lay my head over his beating heart, concentrating on the steady rhythm.

After a second of hesitation, the man wraps me up in his arms, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head that feels more intimate than all the sex we’ve had so far.

Safely tucked against Tyson’s warm, comforting body, all my previous doubts begin to slowly fade away.

“Why have you never spend the night with me?” I ask the question that’s been bothering me since our first time together.

“Would you want me to?” A hint of surprise laces his voice.

“Yes.” I blush, hoping he can’t see my face that’s buried in his chest.“Always.”

“I’ve never slept close to another person. Never let my guard down like that.”

“Oh.” That’s all I manage to say.

“I’m not a very good sleeper. But with you, little one, I’ll sleep beside you.” Tyson cups my cheek, his thumb brushing down the bridge of my nose before resting on my bottom lip, making me lean into his touch.

Closing my eyes, I relish in the sensation of his rough skin against mine.

I feel his body shift towards me, making our chests crush together. My nipples pressing against his solid pecs with my every intake of breath, my soft curves molding against his hard muscles.

In the beginning, I tried fighting against the all-consuming need this man stirs up within me, yet my resolve rapidly weakened with every moment we spend together. With every shared meal, every caring gesture, every little touch. Until the last bit of my resistance ultimately shattered.

“No matter how broken we both are, this feels right. I don’t want to let it go, Tyson.” I whisper into the darkness.

“What about your family? Would you return to them if I let you go?”

My eyes shoot open, taken aback by the question. I never considered the possibility of him setting me free while having long given up on trying to escape.

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