Page 79 of The Dark Obsession

Well if we’re being honest, I never really tried in the first place.

“I don’t know.” I answer truthfully. “I’m not the same person who left them.”

“You’re mine now. Only mine, not theirs and I’m never letting you go, I’m not capable of it.” His hold on me tightens as my heart soars.

“There are moments when I’m grateful that you’re not giving me the choice.”

Our eyes remain locked, and I wonder what he makes of the whirlwind of emotions playing out on my face in the moonlight.

“Why did you leave today?” I breathe.

“I wanted to give you space after what happened.” His thumb traces soothing circles on my hip. “I didn’t want to frighten you further.”

Reluctantly, he lets me roll us over as I brace my forearms on his chest, coming face to face with Tyson’s rough but devastatingly handsome features.

“I told you I’m not scared of you. Not when you kidnapped me and not today.” I bring our noses closer together. “Don’t pull away from me again.”

The man searches my gaze like he’s hunting for a way to figure out my innermost thoughts, his eyes dark like the deepest night.

“I won’t.” With that he seals our lips in a passionate kiss.

His fingers splayed on my back and tangled in my hair as he devours my lips, trying to convey what cannot be put into words.

Breathless, we finally break apart with one last nibble to my bottom lip before settling back into each other’s embrace.

Neither of us taking things further.

This is a different sort of intimacy, not driven by lust but a distinct, more profound type of need.

No matter how tightly I hold him, I can never get close enough.

Just as I think he’s falls asleep, the low rumble of his voice breaks the quiet of the night.

“The bit of humanity you dragged out of me, something I thought was long dead, it’s ripping me apart, little one.” He confesses so silently that I’m almost convinced he’s talking to himself.

With a sharp intake of breath, I place my hand over Tyson’s thundering heart as it pounds against his ribcage.

He feels.

Deeply.

And as long as his heart beats, I know there’s something in there worth fighting for.

His hand covers mine, holding it in place as we both drift off to sleep. Like every time we’re tangled up in each other, I feel impossibly tiny, breakable but perfectly protected at the same time.

Protected, cherished and cared for like I’ve never been before.

Not because he wants to mold me into some ideal version of myself like my parents intended but because he wants me to be unapologetically myself.

For the first time in my life, someone wants me for who I truly am.

And I want him.

Tyson

The rising sun peeks through the gap in the curtains, waking me at the break of dawn.

Fuck, it cannot be morning already. How the hell did I fall asleep this deeply?

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