Page 92 of Red Obsession

“Good because when I’m all healed, and ready for physical touch again, I’m tying you toourbed and having my way with you.”

“Promises, promises.” I laugh, smashing our lips together.

She might be a bloody beauty, but I’ll be her weapon, her ogre, her Butcher. As long as she’s alive and in my arms.

I’m hers.

Epilogue

Zion

Basically, a year later

Izelrollsover,thecovers falling off her luscious thick body. Her pink nipples harden in the cold air, her legs falling open. I can see her slick wetness between her legs from here. My hand drops to my hard cock, running my hand up my length. I groan at the contact.

Rolling over, I drink in her curves, the thickness of her hips, the thighs I crave to have around my head again. Even if it’s only been a few hours since I’ve tasted her pussy, I’m dying for another taste. Izel used to be nervous being naked around me, hating the scars on her body. But since she got two large flower and vine tattoos that cover most of her stomach, she’s learned that I love her body, scars and all. Now she’s practically naked all the time.

Slipping between her legs, I spread her open, pushing a finger into her wetness. Izel moans at the intrusion. Her pussy swallows my finger. Adding a second, I work her open enough to take my cock. As soon as she’s ready, I rub my cock against her lips, trying to stop the deep groan building.

“Fuck.” The word slips from my mouth as I push my thick cock into her. Izel’s eyes flick open, smiling as she moans again.

“I know you’re awake.” Covering her body with mine, she smirks, dragging her nails down my back. I thrust hard into her causing her eyes to snap open, the air leaving her lungs.

“Zion,”she breathes out. Capturing her mouth, I can’t help moving my tongue along hers.

“Yes, Red?” I say, slowly moving in and out of her body. Moving my hands between our bodies.

“Fuck, faster.” She hisses the moment my thumb touches her clit.

“What do you say?” Whispering into her ear, I lick the column of her neck, thriving when she grabs my shoulder, pulling me further into her.

“Fuck me, fuck me like I’m yours.” She tries bucking her hips.

But I’m at a loss, anything she wants I give her. Moving back, I grab her thighs, shifting until her legs meet her chest. Opening her nice and wide for me, I groan as I watch her eyes roll into the back of her head. The rolls on her stomach jiggle, and her tits bounces as I pound into her.

She moans loudly, filling the air as she tries to catch her breath. Never looking away from me as I take over her body, controlling her just the way she likes.

“Cum,” I demand. “Be my good girl and fucking cum for me, Red,” I grit out.

Letting go of one leg, I pinch her clit causing her to cum. Izel coming always triggers my own, emptying myself in her. I see stars, my vision blurs. I nearly drop onto her, rolling at the last minute. Izel climbs on top of me.

“Be agood boy.”She giggles, climbing up until her pussy hovers over my face. Sitting her cunt down, my tongue darts out. Our mixed release drips onto my tongue down my throat. When she first did this, I hadn’t expected to enjoy it so much. I thought I’d hate it, honestly. But when she moves her hips against my face, fucking my mouth, I grab her thighs and go to town.

Oh, Godddd,” Izel moans, cumming once more into my mouth the moment I bite onto her clit.

Dropping onto the bed next to me, she grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers. Another thing she started to do instead of twirling her own fingers. When she gets nervous, she grabs my hand and plays with my fingers instead of her own.

Since killing Reaper, it took Izel longer to heal mentally than she thought. Physically she healed well. She still doesn’t like anal, which I don’t blame her. She says her brain takes her back to those four days. Three months ago, she finally broke down and said she wanted to get a tattoo to cover her scars.

I only agreed if she would tattoo her name on my hand.

She did, and then had my tattoo artist put her nickname on the side of my neck.

Gabriel went back to school, and though he had to take extra classes to catch up with the level he wanted to be at, he found his love for drawing and painting, an outlet that helps him deal with his past trauma. It’s the reason the library is now half an art studio. It’s where Izel spends her time reading a lot and where Gabriel draws and paints.

Izel hasn’t decided what she wants to do. Between wanting to go to school but getting anxiety whenever I’m gone for too long, it’s been a battle.

Her eyesight still upsets her when she has her bad days, which is more often than not. Her left eye is worse than her right, and though she tries to hide it, I know she struggles with accepting it. I do my best to remind Izel that her problems are mine, and I’ll take them on any day.

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