Page 83 of The Dark Obsession

My girl’s moans gaining on intensity with every swipe, laced with hints of pain from how brutally I’ve used her.

But I know my innocent princess likes it when it hurts.

Although she may not be ready to fully embrace that part of herself quite yet, I am a patient man.

All I want to do is bring her pleasure. Which is definitely out of character for someone like me but what about this obsession isn’t.

Out of nowhere, Malory squeezes around me, spasming as another orgasm barrels trough her petite body.

Still, she holds my gaze. Even as tears stream down her flushed cheeks from overstimulation.

I devour the new wave of wetness oozing out of her pulsating hole until there’s nothing left.

My baby quivers breathlessly, her thighs falling open as I rest between her legs. Planting soft kisses to her puffy folds, I revel in her tiny mewls.

“You did so well for me, little one.”

I watch how her pupils dilate at the praise, making her almost purr with satisfaction.

Fuuuck...

Surging up her body, I press my mouth to hers, letting her taste our come on my lips.

“Stay right here.” I whisper against her mouth. “Don’t you dare move, baby.”

I get up with one last look at her satiated expression, her eyes hooded, hair a tangled mess.

She’s so gorgeous it fucking hurts.

Downstairs, I hurry to whip up some breakfast, already aching to be back with her, needing to touch her, to feel her at my side.

When did life stop meaning anything when she’s not right next to me?

What started as a mere obsession has rapidly gotten out of hand, consuming my whole being, making everything that mattered before seem utterly meaningless.

Now, there’s only her.

I fill two bowls with her favorite oatmeal topped with bananas, almonds and cinnamon that I’ve watched her make over and over, never getting tired of the simple dish.

No matter how much I encourage her to branch out, this is the one thing she sticks to and that’s also perfectly fine.

With Nero closely at my heels, I make my way up the stairs as fast as I can without spilling everything.

When I go to open the bedroom door with my elbow, the little fucker slips between my legs, jumping up onto the bed to lick Malory’s face in excitement.

It’s her bright laugh that makes me stop dead at the threshold.

With her head tipped back, she giggles wholeheartedly while wrestling with the dog. So light, so fucking beautiful.

I gape at her, caught in the moment of pure happiness, longing to be a part of it.

“Come here.” She beams up at me. “And get the little demon’s spawn off me.”

Setting the breakfast on the nearest nightstand, I drag Nero down the bed, letting him settle down at her feet.

“If he’s the demon’s spawn, what does that make me?” I quirk an eyebrow.

“My demon.”

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