His Dark Obsession

61. Taking Steps

EVANGELINE.

I feel the heat of the morning sun warm my skin, and I open my eyes slowly. I’m

enclosed in Zedkiel’s arms, and I feel so warm and protected. Despite everything that

has happened, I know I’m safe here.

Taking a moment to admire him as he sleeps, I observe him. His face is calm and stressfree. Well, almost, he still has that slight frown on his forehead. His plump lips are

perfect, and I want to reach up and kiss them, but his grip on me is too tight for me to

shuffle at all.

So, I stay still, simply admiring him.

We’re mates… I slowly place my hand on his bare waist, feeling him stir slightly, but I

close my eyes, relishing in the sparks that ripple through me, spreading from my

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fingertips before washing through me. My breath hitches as I let those sparks consume

me. It feels magical, it’s like a stream of gold liquid lighting up my dark insides. Warming

every corner of my body from my fingertips right down to my toes.

I can’t really explain it… but it’s beautiful.

His scent seems to become stronger, the beating of his heart, the way his c*ck is

pressed against my stomach.

A flash of pleasure rushes through me, but it’s also accompanied by hurt. I remember

what she did to him… and he enjoyed it…

‘Of course he did.’ Her horrible voice returns, and I clench my jaw.

She is the evil here. She killed the Oracle.

‘He’s my mate, not yours.’ I remind her coldly.

‘But we are one, aren’t we?’ She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice. 1

‘No.’ I refuse to acknowledge her as a part of me. ‘You and I are nothing alike. You hurt

people.’

She laughs, her voice sweet, too sickeningly sweet that it sends chills down my spine.

‘You need to choose your side. Don’t make the same mistake, it will only be your loss…

you know even he prefers me and soon you will be just me and little Evangeline will be

gone forever … like always.”

I push her away and my eyes fly open, my heart thundering, and I find myself looking

into a pair of gold-green ones.

“What’s wrong?” He asks huskily.

I’m determined to try again and so I open my mouth, but the words just feel stuck in my

throat and the more I try to speak it, the more I feel that I’m beginning to lack the oxygen

I need to breathe. I take a gulp and simply shake my head. Once again, she has stopped

me from being able to say what I want to say…

He’s watching me intently and caresses my hair before claiming my lips in a kiss. I kiss

him back, feeling upset and emotional, yet wanting more of his touch.

I promise I will not let her take control again! She will not touch my man ever again. 1

‘We’ll see.’ She spits.

I wrap my arms tightly around Zedkiel’s neck, running my hand firmly down his shoulder

as he deepens the kiss, pushing me onto my back and straddling me,

his hand running up my legs.

gasp when his tongue flicks along my lips and down

my neck as

“Zed…” I whimper. Reaching down, I pull his pants down and he groans when

around his

f*ck… you may have your sparring match

to be any

sense

He didn’t refuse her… I

his hard shaft, trying to

“I think it’s my turn to pleasure My Little Mouse this time.” He whispers huskily

nibbles on the lobe, knowing exactly

he say he wanted me begging for

Now that I am, why can’t

protest, only for him

me, Little

sucking on his thumb sensually. As he goes lower, playing

bite my lip. He reaches the band of my satin shorts, and

pulls them down and pushes my

there, with my legs shamelessly spread open

his chest before his tongue flicks

my hot core

mutters and I sigh as pleasure rushes through

on my p*ssy, inflicting me

my arousal perfumes the air, and I can’t help but melt into

thighs.

away and all I want is for

fill the room as I wriggle against

he continues to lick and twirl

intense, and I cry out when my o**asm

closed eyelids. My back arches as he

of my o**asm, leaving me

onto the c**hion, groaning as I stretch, tugging

on top

I want him…

I whisper, looking into his

He’s watching me calculatingly and I want him to feel it without losing control

feel the pleasure of f*cking

I reach down, wrapping my hand around

him at my entrance, remembering the

Goddess, he was

still want

“I want you to f*ck me Zedkiel, you…” I

stare into his eyes, my heart pounding

hearts racing, and for a second his eyes flicker before his hand

off when his

fleeting one as he moves back,

can, when they are full

mine today…”

keep control?” I whisper, my stomach

to you, although he said he wants a turn to rip this little

says. My cheeks burn, but more than that,

“Did he… did he

and there are

this tight, sweet p*ssy of yours wrapped

press

onto him tightly as he begins to f*ck me hard and

He fills me up

both consumed by the pleasure that

to come with

so near… but I can feel that he’s holding out for

I am but cry out in unable to do anything

pulls out, delivering a few last strokes

stomach.

brushing my fingers over the

lick it

open looking at him, our eyes meet, and he

heated, passionate kiss as I grip

it, without

I’m proud of

him tightly. Even if I can’t say those words

will begin to trust

groan at how achy I feel, and he slaps my

I blush.

have a nice a*s, perfect for a good f*ck and a nice s**nking session.

the time and stands

want to stay in

get cleaned up.” He says, lifting me from the bed. “We should be in the

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