Page 84 of The Dark Obsession

Hers.Fuck.

Malory loops her arms around my neck, pulling me on top of her.

I can feel her smile against my lips as I let out a content groan at the warmth spreading through my ribcage.

It was all worth it. The pain, the emptiness.

Without it I wouldn’t be holding the meaning of my life in my hands right now.

With my back against the headboard, I haul Malory into my arms, plastered to my chest as she sits in my naked lap.

I haven’t bothered dressing yet, didn’t want to wash her scent off me. To my slight annoyance though, Malory has pulled a sheet over her beautifully bare body.

“You did this?” She asks with awe as I hand her one of the bowls.

“Way to ask the obvious, little one.” I tease, surprised how uncharacteristically light I feel.

Her features soften once more. “It’s exactly how I love it. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” I kiss her exposed shoulder, watching her dig in.

We eat in companiable silence, not rushing to break the peaceful spell of this morning.

Though I do gulp down my own portion so that I’m free to wrap my arms around her soft, pliant body from behind while she slowly chews her food in small bites, appearing perfectly serene.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, baby girl.” I murmur against the crown of her head, burying my nose in her silky hair.

Hugging her to me, I nuzzle her neck, taking a deep breath of her delicious scent.

This feels so fucking right.

Like when you enter a house for the first time and know that it’ll be your forever home.

This is my forever.

Chapter Sixteen

Tyson

Silence.

I haven’t heard a sound from Malory since we’ve gotten out of bed. Wanting to give her some space and needing to get a few things done, I pulled back into the garage where I am now, cleaning my rifles.

It brings me peace of mind to hold them in my hands, feeling the weight of cold steel between my fingers, giving me a sense of safety and strength that I lacked for so many years.

Didn’t need a shrink to figure that one out.

Normally, I’d keep an ear out for her cooing at the plants on the porch, or the clinking of Nero’s collar alerting me of her whereabouts since he follows her everywhere without a fail.

Not that I can blame him, I’d be doing the same if it wouldn’t freak her out.

I’ve always been a fan of personal space but when it comes to this girl, it’s like I know no boundaries.

And now I’m thoroughly regretting giving Malory room to breathe for once because there hasn’t been a squeak from her all morning.Nothing at all.

It’s making me fucking restless.

I don’t even know why I feel this constant urge to know where she is.

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