Page 110 of The Dark Obsession

With his massive body curled over me, his head is right next to mine, allowing him to look down at where I need him the most.

Following his gaze, I moan loudly at the sight of the weapon plunging in and out of me, the metal glistening with my dripping arousal.

This is so wrong, so incredibly good.

Tyson is the only person able to recognize my cravings because they are his as well, feeding into my inner most desires. The one’s I haven’t yet fully acknowledged myself.

My own darkness seeks his, yearning for us to drown in it together.

“I knew you’d be able to take it, to handle all I give you.” His chest heaves at my back with strain.

“You're doing so good, baby. So fucking good.”

“Ty… please…” I beg for something, anything really.

Reaching around, I cup the back of his neck, anchoring myself to his strong body as I feel the knot in my stomach tightening.

The overwhelming sensation of the long barrel inside me lacing with an undercurrent of fear, making my eyes roll back.

Every time I think the intimacy between us can’t get any better, it always does.

Pure pleasure bordering on pain making it that much more intense.

With Tyson thrusting the loaded weapon into me, I realize one thing.I trust this man unconditionally.

Not only with my body, but with my soul.

I cry out his name over and over like a chant of my devotion, barely recognizing my own voice.

Sensing that I’m close, Tyson’s other hand leaves my abused nipple only to start furiously rubbing at my clit, pulling a gut-wrenching scream out of me as I shatter.

A stream of liquid gushing out of me, running down the barrel.

Long after I cease to tremble from the aftershocks, Tyson slides the gun from between my spasming walls, making me sag against him with a satiated sigh.

This was everything.

Bringing the glistening, loaded weapon to my mouth, he slips it between my parted lips, forcing me to taste myself on the hard steel.

“My new favorite.” Tyson’s burning gaze bounces between my lips and his gun. “I should do this with all of them.”

I shudder at the image of him doing just that.

Tucking the gun back into his pants, I slump against his solid chest. Unsure whether to be relieved or disappointed that it’s over.

Before I can catch my breath, my legs are suddenly kicked out from underneath me, Tyson’s strong arms bracing my fall as I land on all fours on the ground. With him on top on me.

I wince at the branches digging into my hands and knees.

Yanking at the remaining scraps of fabric hanging off my waist, he strips me bare until I’m completely naked in the middle of the woods.

The clank of his belt finally breaking through my post-orgasmic haze, making his intentions clear as day.

Immediately, my body’s ready to take more as I press myself against his crotch, earning myself a low growl before he unzips his cargo pants, freeing himself.

Glancing over my shoulder, my breath catches at the sight of the man behind me.

Feral and ready to ravage.

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