Page 100 of Hallowed Eve (The Obsidian Brotherhood 2)

I pressed my fingers to my lips and threw him a kiss. “I love you too, Dad.”

The second my dad walked out and the door clicked behind him, a wicked smile drifted across Lincoln’s lips.

“So did you mean my literal ass or—”

His mouth slammed against mine, shutting me up. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Everything was here, stripped down and raw, bleeding out from my soul to his. I moaned in his mouth.More.He worshiped me with his tongue and punished me with his lips. He settled between my thighs, his dick hard and throbbing against my core even through the fabric of our clothes. He pulled his mouth away from mine, dragging my lip between his teeth.

The tender way he looked at me broke me apart. “You don’t get to do that to me ever again, Songbird,” he rasped with ragged breaths, then he brushed the tip of his nose along mine. “Understood?”

I nodded.

“Good girl.” He rolled onto his back and cradled me against his chest, his hand brushing over my hair.

“What happened? Where is your dad?” And Grey. Where was Grey? The last thing I remembered was him and Caspian showing up before Lincoln carried me upstairs. Right after Malcolm drove a blade into my skin.

An icy chill made my body shake. My breath caught in my lungs. Was he still out there?

Lincoln’s voice soothed me. “No questions. Not tonight.”

I lifted my hips off the bed, silently begging him to touch me.

He smirked. “As much as I want to fuck you right now, tonight we’re just lying here.” He kissed the top of my head. “Tonight, we just heal.”

And that was what we did. That was who we were—two damaged souls trying to heal each other. I didn’t fall in love with Lincoln because he was a good man. I fell for him because my loneliness found a home in his darkness. I never set out to find the hero because my dad always taught me to save myself. I loved Lincoln because being with him felt like standing in the sunlight after spending life in the shadows. I loved him because even though I always spoke my mind, he understood all the things I didn’t say. I was the moth hypnotized by his flame, and together, we would burn the world to keep each other warm.

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