Page 42 of Red Obsession

Love.

I love Izel. I am falling in love with her.

“Are you sure?” she whispers, her hand hovering over my cheek. Nodding again, she finally places her hand on my skin, and I ignite. Everything inside me lights on fire, and I swear my heart stops beating before it explodes. Her hand is soft and cold.

“What color hair do you have?” she whispers.

“Blond.”

“I have no idea what that looks like.” She chuckles, her hand running up my cheek to the side of my face until she’s running her fingers through my hair.

I try my best to hold my moan in, but the way her fingers work into my scalp, I can’t help it.

Her eyes widen but continue to work into my hair.

“It’s light, like the sun, warming and light.” I feel stupid trying to explain this to her, but the smile she rewards me with, it’s everything.

“I thought it would have been longer.” She laughs.

Her words are making sense, but all I can focus on is her hands moving from my hair back down my face. Placing my hands on her hips, the strong urge to have her closer and to feel her skin with my bare hands for the first time nearly sends me spiraling.

“Why are you showing me your face now?”

Without answering her, I pull her further into me. Izel lets out a small gasp, and my cock twitches. I know she can feel how hard I am. It doesn’t seem to matter what she does, I stay hard around Izel. My hands trace along her back, finally feeling her softness. Fuck how did I go so long not touching her? I never want to stop.

“Don’t go back to not talking, I finally got you to speak more than two words to me.” Except I can’t speak. All I can do is feel her skin against mine. Her hands run down my face, and I know she feels the worst scars of them all. The gash travels from my eyebrow down my cheek, over my lips to my chin. I flinch as she gently presses her thumb over my lips.

“What happened?” she whispers, her hands slowly traveling down my neck. Her eyes, glancing down to where I knew my tattoo was poking out.

“When I first became a hitman, I ran into some trouble. I didn’t do the proper research into a client and walked into a trap. I also didn’t make it out.” I sigh, remembering that night as though it was yesterday and not nearly ten years ago.

“Tell me about it another time?” She smiles, bending to press her lips against my cheek. “How many tattoos do you have?”

“Only these three.” My left arm is filled from my shoulder down my wrist, while a snake lays on my left pect and a butterfly in the middle of my chest.

“Are you going to go back to wearing your mask now?” Dropping her hand, Izel sits back. Gripping her back, I refuse to let her move off me just yet. I haven’t had my fill of her yet, and I don’t think I honestly ever will.

“Does it bother you that much?”

Izel tilts her head, studying me.

“No,” she says, finally answering me, “but do you think you could maybe keep it off when it’s just us?” One thing about Izel, she’s never shy when she asks for things. I’m not sure why she’s becoming shy all of a sudden.

“Don’t be nervous now, Red, you’ve never been before,” I smirk, only now she can finally see it.

“I’m not nervous per se, I just, sometimes I’m unsure on how you’re going to react. I could say the wrong thing. I do that often. I’m sure you’re well aware of this by now.” She lets out a nervous laugh. Setting her hands on my chest, she watches once again for me to react. Only I love her touching me. I have since day one.

“Ask me again.”

“I’ve asked a lot of questions, Zion.”

“Fuck, say it again.”

“Zion.”

I groan, not giving myself another chance to talk myself out of it. I grab her face with both hands and drag her lips down to mine. Her lips are soft and wet. I just can’t get enough of her. My tongue teases the seam of her lips, wanting entry. Izel opens her mouth, her body trembling against me. My cock hardens to the point of pain when she rocks her hips against me. Izel's mouth opens as she moans, causing me to hiss. My calloused hand lifts her shirt, wanting to touch her. The moment my hands touch her soft stomach, Izel stiffens. Grabbing my wrist, she tries pulling my hands away from touching her. But I can’t have that, I need to feel her.

“Red,” I mumble against her mouth.

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