Page 5 of The Dark Obsession

Reaching out, the side of the bed dips under my weight as I lean over her tiny frame, gently stroking her cheek.

It’s the softest thing I’ve ever felt.

A zap of electricity shooting up my arm and through my whole body at the intimate contact.

Yearning for more, I swipe the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, marveling at its smoothness.

Suddenly, Malory tenses beneath my touch, her eyes flying open.

Deep vibrant green.

Like pine trees and sparking dark emeralds.

I’m completely lost in the depth of them, staring up at me brimming with emotion.

Fear.

I used to know it well.

Looking into those huge eyes filled with it, the familiarity of the feeling I buried a long time ago, it’s like coming home.

But there’s also something else.

Something I can’t quite place.

Only when I feel her trembling violently under me do I snap out of my stupor as the realization hits me.

She’s finally mine.

Chapter Two

Malory

This has to be a dream. Or a nightmare.

No, no, no.

His rough fingertips, his warm touch feel too real.

Then there are those eyes.

I couldn’t have made them up in my mind even if I wanted to. Bottomless black pools observing me with such intensity, making it hard for me to take the next breath.

He’s here.In my room. In my bed.

“Shhh…” His hot breath brushes over my face, and I start shaking harder under his tender touch.

His fingers keep stroking my cheek as his large palm cups my jaw. His thumb caressing my quivering lip.

“You’re safe, little one.” He whispers. The deep, rough voice sending a shiver down my spine.

Unable to fully grasp the reality, the gravity of the situation, I find myself loosening my muscles a tiny bit at his soothing tone.

Though the fact that his burning gaze hasn’t left me for a single second is more than disturbing, making me feel like a deer caught in the headlights.

I’m desperately grasping at what’s happening, unable to figure out what to make of the imposing, masked man hovering above me.

The way he’s confidently holding onto the side of my face, cradling it like it’s the most natural thing, tells me that this isn’t a random burglar.

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