Page 93 of The Dark Obsession

“We really live in a place like this.” I shake my head in awe at what my life has become.

“Yeah, sometimes I can’t believe it either.” He says it in a tone similar to mine, thick with admiration and something close to peacefulness. “It’s special.Just like you.”

As if that’s not going to make me swoon.

Somewhere along the way, I stopped being wary in Tyson’s presence, only basking in the warmth and calmness oozing from his very being.

No matter how warped his morals and intentions may be, at his core Tyson is a decent man. Maybe even more than that.

So what if he has more darkness brewing within him than others, I happen to respect that about him.

The man has suffered in unfathomable ways and managed to survive, to come out the other end.

There’s nothing broken or dead about him. Not to me.

He may have brought me here for selfish reasons initially, but then Tyson has proven time and time again how much I matter to him, has gone out of his way to make me feel not only comfortable,but free.

I turn slowly, the liquid darkness of his eyes trapping me like helpless prey caught by an apex predator.

Only I don’t have the slightest instinct to run and hide.

Those eyes intrigued me since our gaze first met that night back in San Francisco.

I was guarded, fearful of how unreadable they were with barely any emotion behind those bottomless orbs, making it downright impossible to distinguish his pupils from the irises.

Yet now being up close, I can clearly see the darker ring on the outside, the way they’re almost a warm shade of brown when the bright sunlight hits his sharp features.

They are eyes full of depth, full of things I have yet to discover and I’m not afraid to face those things, to face that darkness.

With Tyson’s gaze still locked on mine, they once more turn completely black, reminding me of how I called him my demon.

That was only this morning and yet it feels like a lifetime ago. Just a month has passed since he’s made me his despite it feeling like we’ve always been one.

Gradually, my previous life is starting to fade, overshadowed by Tyson’s care and control, retreating into the back of my mind like an unwanted memory.

Out of nowhere heavy rain breaks out, drenching both of us in a matter of seconds.

With a startled laugh, I tilt my head up towards the sky, letting the raindrops caress my skin.

The sensation completely new to me.

Taking my face between his hands, Tyson looks down at me with wonder as he covers my cold, wet cheeks with his warm palms, pressing his full lips to mine with so much passion it knocks the breath out of me.

The feeling of being utterly worshipped and conquered at the same time tears through me as we come back for more, sealing our lips to the point I think we’ll never part.

My hands that were resting on Tyson’s chest find their way up to his shoulders, circling his neck until my fingers are threaded through his lusciously thick hair, nearly ripping out the strands with the force of my need for him.

His hold on me is equally unrelenting, yet there’s something tender in the way he’s clutching me to him like a precious possession. His tongue sensually stroking mine, thoroughly exploring my mouth, staking his claim until all I can feel is him.

The man is everywhere and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gasping for breath, I can’t tear my gaze away from Tyson’s swollen lips with raindrops running down his flushed face, dripping off the tip of his nose.

His deadly eyes burning like molten onyx.

The rain beats down on us ceaselessly, the wind getting increasingly more intense by the minute.

With our fingers intwined, we sprint towards the shelter of the nearby trees, running hand in hand with a lightness I’ve never felt before. Like nothing in the world could ruin this moment in time for us.

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