Page 155 of The Dark Obsession

“All fucking mine!” I twist her hair thrice around my fist, pulling her bare body flush against mine, her back against my heaving chest.

“Yours!” My girl moans, reaching back to wind her arm around my neck as I continue my onslaught on her tight little cunt.

“And I’m fucking yours, baby girl!” I vow with my fingers strumming her swollen nub, making her convulse around me.

My groans battling with her cries as we both come. Bodies entwined, shuddering as one before we collapse in a sweaty heap.

This is everything.

Everything I didn’t deserve but have taken anyway.

“Mine.” I growl possessively with one last tender kiss to her temple. Seeing her like this, all dopey and satisfied, sets off something primal within me.

Burying my head into the crook of her neck, my teeth sink into her sensitive skin, earning myself a soft moan before soothing the marked spot with my tongue.

Malory’s eyes droop with an adorable yawn. I gather her limp body in my embrace just as Nero prances into the RV, stretching out at the foot of the cramped bed.

We snuggle under the sheets, her head resting on my chest as we watch the last rays of sunshine disappear, submerging us in utter darkness with only the moon and stars for company.

And like every night, I start telling her about the constellations above.

All the while I let my fingers trace their patterns on Malory’s bare back until she falls asleep in my arms.

Her body fitting perfectly against mine. The missing piece that made my heart whole once more.

“I love you more than life itself, little one.” I whisper against the crown of her head as I feel her breath even out.

Kissing her hair, I take a deep breath of her sweet scent before allowing myself to close my eyes in peace.

The solitude of nature has become our home.

A place where we both can be wholly ourselves.

Both with our respective burdens and past traumas, but nonetheless together.

Each warding off the other’s demons as to not let our darkness swallow us whole.

Where we’re free.

Epilogue II

Malory

Home sweet home.

As much as I enjoyed visiting every National Park and secluded Beach along the West Coast of the United States, there isn’t a more beautiful and peaceful place on earth than our cabin.

After spending the last three months on the road, we decided to head back before winter and make this our permanent home.

Our base for anything the future might hold for us.

With the threat posed by my late father resolved, we’re finally free, able to live wherever we see fit.

Nonetheless, we’ve decided to stay here where it all began.

Living remotely and surrounded by nature. Free to fuck against a three down by the creek.

It’s the perfect fit for us.

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