Page 22 of Dark Obsession
He sucks my clit, and I moan around him, and I am so fucking close that my thighs are starting to tremble. I take him to the back of my throat, wanting him to come at the same time. He hums against my pussy, like he loves where he is right now, and it only turns me on even more. Golden magic explodes throughout the room, its essence so powerful.
I come first, but he’s not far behind, and I swallow every drop. He tastes different to what I expected—surprising, but not unpleasant. I’d do it again without hesitation. When I climb off him, he doesn’t give me long before pulling me right back on top.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours.” His voice is gravelly, and when his fingers start to stroke me again, I lift my hips toward them.
The bed is cold when I wake, and for the first time, he isn’t holding me, waiting for me. I know he watches me sleep, and yeah, it’s creepy, but he seems to find everything adorable about me. And he never complains about me snoring, even though I know I do.
“Salem?” I call out, yawning and stretching.
He steps into the room with a plate of food, and his mouth curves into a grin. “Good morning, little one.”
“You made me breakfast in bed?” I beam.
Fuck, I could get used to this. Why am I not bonding with him? I honestly don’t think he’d bat an eyelid at my magic. He hasn’t even asked me what magic I have, and that’s something most mates want to know because we will be sharing our magic. We can make each other more powerful, but he doesn’t seem to care. He just wants me.
“I did,” he replies as I sit up against the headboard. “I forgot to tell you, my sister, Saylor, had her daughter yesterday. Otherwise, you bet she’d be visiting you at the bakery.”
“You’re an uncle?” My eyes widen.
“Yes, which makes you an aunty.” He smirks, handing me the plate. “She’s perfect. Looks just like my sister.”
It’s nice seeing his softer side when he talks about them. “What did she name her?”
“Summer. Her mate has weather magic, so I’m guessing it’s a play on that, and all our names start with an S,” he explains. “I’ll take you to meet her.”
“I’d love that.” I take a bite of the eggs and moan around my fork. “This is delicious, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
This is such a normal exchange between us, and could be my morning every day before work. I could be cared for like this for the rest of my life by the scariest ex-assassin in all eight kingdoms.
“Did you spill sauce on your T-shirt?” I ask him, seeing a spot of something on the dark gray material.
He glances down at it and clears his throat. “Yeah, must have. I’m going to go get cleaned up.”
After I finish eating, I have a shower and get ready for another day at work. Once Anita is trained more, maybe I can take a few days off. Wouldn’t that be nice?
By the time I make it to the bakery, Anita has already arrived. I notice her glancing at Salem from the corner of her eye with a weird expression on her face before she ducks her head. What was that about?
Salem helps me around the kitchen, and when he leaves, I ask Anita about it. “Is everything okay? Salem doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, does he? I know that he’s a little scary.”
“He’s terrifying,” she mutters, clearing her throat. “It’s just that… well, he told me not to tell you.”
“To tell me what?” I ask, my brow furrowing.
She licks her lower lip. “He came to my house last night and asked who made you cry. I told him, then he told me that his visit never happened, and he left.”
My jaw drops open.
Salem put me in a coma from multiple orgasms, snuck out, and went on a fucking side quest to hurt whoever made me cry?
“I’m so sorry, Anita,” I say, resting my hand on her shoulder. “That won’t happen again, I promise you.”
She lowers her voice. “What do you think he did to him?”
I remember the stain I saw on his shirt. It must have been blood. “I’m sure he just threatened him to stay away if he’s going to be so rude to the staff.”
Her eyes narrow slightly, but she nods. I don’t think she believed my words, and I sure as hell don’t.
