Page 7 of Savage Obsession
She sighs again, her body slowly warming, her heartbeat steadying against the palm of my hand. I close my eyes, breathing her in, feeling a dangerous, obsessive need to keep her this close forever settle in my gut.
I want to keep her forever. No, not want—need. She’s mine.
Let the Vultures come for her. Let her father rage. She’s mine. She always has been, I was just a fool too damn frozen with pain to make a move. And now that I finally have her in my arms, I’ll burn the whole goddamn world to keep her.
No matter what hell comes for us, no matter what lines I have to cross, Willow Caine is mine now. And I’m never letting her go.
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WILLOW
When I woke up this morning, I never imagined my life breaking into a million jagged pieces of chaos. I caught my father committing the biggest crime of his life, a blizzard hit out of nowhere and now I think I died.
That sounds like pure chaos to me.
And yet…
I mentally touch each area of my body and snuggle a little deeper into the warmth around me and the extra body tucked under a mound of blankets.
I can’t hold back a smile.
Hmm… on second thought, maybe chaos isn’t the right word. Right now, bliss sounds more like what I am experiencing.
I don’t know how else I can explain having SilvanfreakingVenomfreakingMercer’s massive cock nudged up close to my bare ass and his large callused hand gripping my breast?
I’m not complaining but, let me tell you this man is holding on like he’s obsessed with the feel of my skin in the palm of his hand.
And I like it. I likehim.
Which might be a problem, but I can think about that later.
Right now I want to play with the fantasies shimmering over my drowsy mind.
The way I see it, I have two choices. I can either revel in my sudden death and enjoy the slice of heaven I’ve been gifted or test my theory and see if this is reality.
Err… the reality I left behind sucks. I’ll take number one please and since this is all in my head, I get to do what I want.
I slowly move the very naked sleeping man’s hand from my breast and roll to face the big biker. Black hair falls over the side of his jawline and cheek. I move the long strands for a fuller view of his handsome face. Shadows play with light from the flickering flames to give him an aura of mystery. I know close to nothing about him, but I can't help but feel drawn to his dark energy.
Dark stubble covers his chin. Asleep he looks only half as menacing as he does when he’s awake. I trace the tip of my finger over the scar through his left eyebrow. Some sort of violence left him marked on the outside and if the constant scowl on his face is anything to go by, it left him just as damaged on the inside.
But not here. Not in my version of heaven. Everyone is happy here.
Getting back to what I want, I slide my touch over the ridged edge of his jawline and trace the fine lines of his kissable lips.And since this is my heaven, I don't wait to see if he wakes to ask permission for a kiss. I take it.
Look at me being bold. I ease closer until my breasts press against his pecs and slower lean in. Holding my breath I press my lips to his, getting a deep moan in return.
My heart stutters and other parts of me fill with the familiar heat of when he’s close. There wasn’t a time I didn't feel him close when he trailed behind me in the bookstore I liked visiting.
Don’t stop with just a kiss, my inside voice urges and I agree. My hand slips under the covers and I linger a soft touch over the solid abs I knew he had under his customary long-sleeved Hensley and Savage cut he usually wears. The heat that gathered in my core blooms out to fill my veins and I recognize the urge to have more of him touching me for what it is.
Unbound lust.
And I feel zero shame for the heat hitting my cheeks and the liquid pooling between my thighs. This ismyheaven after all.
I push up to support my weight on my elbow and slowly peel back the massive amounts of covers over the top of us. Behind us, the fire roars, so there’s no worry about either of us feeling the cold.
Not with this much heat licking to life inside and out, that is for damn sure.
