Page 18 of Dark Obsession
“Peach—”
“Yes or no,” I demand.
He sits up and stares down at me with those cold eyes, and I turn my head back to look at him.
“I’m not a virgin.”
“Yes or no, Salem.”
“I didn’t fuck her, but I ate her pussy,” he grudgingly admits, rolling me over to face him. “I didn’t know you then. You can’t be upset about anything I did before you.”
My eyes round. “You wanted to go out and kill anyone I’d hypothetically slept with. Maybe I want to do the same now.”
His eyes flicker with surprise as he tilts his head and watches me, trying to figure me out.
Then, he slowly flashes me a shit-eating grin. “I knew you were perfect for me. I’ll make a list, and we can leave at first light.”
“Salem!”
He cuts me off with his mouth on mine, and I don’t pull away. Instead, I kiss him back, returning his deep and possessive kiss, my fingers threading behind the back of his neck. When his tongue starts to taste mine, I can feel the heat in my lower belly begin to build. My nipples pebble, and when he starts to kiss down my neck, I squeeze my thighs together. Right now, I can’t even remember why I was trying to keep some distance between us.
He drags his teeth across my skin, and my head falls back. “Let me show you how much I want you and only you, little one,” he rasps.
When a soft moan escapes my lips, I can feel his smile against my skin. “You’re jealous about what I gave Pandora. Why don’t you let me show you what’s only yours now? Just a taste…”
He slides down my body, kissing my breasts over the thin material of my tank top. “Take this off.”
The tone he uses has my toes curling—so deep, dominant, and in control. I do as he wants and lift it off, my breasts bare for him. He licks his lower lip as he admires them, then sucks one at a time. “You are so beautiful,” he rasps, nuzzling me with his stubble. “Perfect.”
I know I’m not perfect, but I love that he thinks so.
He plays for a little while, then starts going lower, kissing down my stomach until he reaches my shorts. He glances up at me, and when I don’t stop him, he slides them down. I’m not wearing any panties underneath.
“Fuck,” he grits out, taking in all my bare skin. His hand grips my thigh, warming up my bare skin before he kisses down my inner thighs as he spreads them slowly.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he rasps, licking his lips before lowering his head for a taste. He growls low and sexy. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good. I could eat you all night long.”
He starts to lick and suck, and when his tongue circles my clit, my back arches off the bed. “Salem,” I pant, my pleasure building. Is this what I’ve been missing out on all this time? His talented mouth continues to eat me out while my fingers thread through his short hair and pull on the thick strands.
“Whose cunt is this, Peach?” he growls.
“It’s yours!” I whisper huskily. “It’s all yours.”
“That’s right, it’s all fucking mine. I’m the first and last male to taste you.”
He slides one finger inside me, curls it, and then I’m coming. “Oh fuck,” I grit out, as wave after wave of pleasure hits me. I push his head down, grinding against him as I completely lose myself. A golden glow of magic sparks around us, a reminder of what we are. Of what we could be if we let it. Finally, when I can’t take any more, I let go of him and melt back onto the bed.
He lifts his head and flashes me a pleased smile with his still-wet lips and chin. He slowly stands to his full height, his eyes not leaving my face while he grips the back of his tunic, pulling it off. His pants come off next, his monster cock pointing right at me. I haven’t seen one of these in real life before, but even I know it’s big. I almost feel sorry for the women he’s been with rather than jealous.
Almost.
On top of that, I didn’t even think about the fact that he’d have a knot.
“You want to put that inside me?” I whisper-yell, my eyes going wide. “Salem, that’s not going to fit.”
“It will fit. We’re made for each other. But not tonight,” he growls as he starts to stroke himself. “Come here and touch me.”
