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.

tongue flicks along my lips

around my neck as he presses his

pull his pants down and he groans

hand around his huge

f*ck… you may

knew the matches were going to be any day, but with the

made sense

her… I didn’t want him to

his hard shaft, trying to mask my disappointment. “Then

turn to pleasure My

as he nibbles on the lobe, knowing exactly what I’m offering him, but

Didn’t he say he

am, why can’t

protest, only for him to slip his thumb into

with me,

his thumb sensually. As he goes lower, playing with my

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

down and pushes my legs open. My cheeks burn as I

my legs

low growl of approval rumbles in his chest before his tongue flicks

my hot core

and I sigh

continues his assault on my p*ssy, inflicting me with

air, and I can’t help but melt

thighs.

all I want is for him to never

against his face, wanting

to lick and

cry out

spots appear behind my closed eyelids. My back arches as he

of my o**asm, leaving

drop back onto the c**hion,

top of

I want him…

can handle it.” I

He’s watching me calculatingly and I want him to feel

the pleasure

looks away, clearly struggling, but I reach

position him at my entrance, remembering the pain from the last

Goddess, he was

I still want

you to f*ck me Zedkiel, you…” I say softly hoping

“I trust him…” I stare into his eyes,

frowns, our hearts racing, and for a second his eyes flicker before

I’m cut off when his lips meet mine in a rough kiss.

but it’s a fleeting one as he moves back, and his

when they are full of intense

mine today…”

will let you keep control?” I whisper, my stomach

he wants a turn to rip

says. My cheeks burn, but more than that, I

“Did he… did he talk to

there are

this tight, sweet p*ssy of

me…” He sucks on my neck, and I press myself against him just

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

fills me up so

consumed by the pleasure that

with him. I find myself

feel that he’s holding out for me and when my second

me, I am but cry out in unable to do anything but cry out

a few last strokes to his c*ck and unloading his c*m

stomach.

the milky substance

and lick it off my

looking at him, our eyes meet,

claiming my lips in a heated, passionate kiss as

did it, without losing

I’m proud

if I can’t say those words out loud,

Zerachiel will begin to

back a groan at how achy I feel, and he slaps my

“Zed!” I blush.

a nice a*s, perfect for a good f*ck and a

time and

to stay in

lifting me from the bed. “We should be in the

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