His Dark Obsession

(Book 2) Chapter 29. United

EVANGELINE.

Nothing.

I feel like I’m in limbo, ever since she pushed me away, snatching control from me, I’ve been forced here. Alone. I can’t sense Luna… nor can I feel anything or see anything. I’m just in a void of nothingness.

In a state of comatose. For how long? I don’t know…

How much longer will I remain here? Even that is something I have no answer to… I miss him… miss my mate who I yearn for…

My greatest regret is that the last things I said to him were out of anger. If I get the chance to meet him again, to right this wrong, I promise that I will never argue with him again.

Please let me have that chance.

Yet there’s nothing I can do, even when I will my body to move, nothing happens. I can’t open my eyes… I can’t move. I’m supposed to be a goddess, yet here I am…

Entirely useless.

Zedkiel.

The thought of him is what is keeping me hoping, there is no way I will lose hope. I believe he will somehow fix things. Somehow… Please… Eternity seems to pass and I feel as if I’m losing my mind. I’m imagining

Zed’s scent, even if it’s not real, it’s comforting…

I miss you…

My chest constricts as that scent grows stronger, and then I feel the most beautiful, delicious sparks course through me when strong hands roll me over from the position

I have remained in for who knows how long.

A strong beating heart and that scent, It can’t be… I must be dreaming! Did he really find me?!

‘‘Little Mouse… f*uck…” His deep sexy voice makes my heart leap.

He pulls me into his chest, and I am engulfed with such powerful emotions and all I want to do is hug him tightly, to kiss him and tell him I’m sorry but I cannot move.

‘‘F*uck you’re here… Wake up Evangeline.”

There’s an urgency to his voice as he kisses my cheeks, lips, neck and anywhere he can reach. Each feathery kiss from those plump lips leaving a tingly touch of magic in their wake. I can’t open my eyes, even though I’m trying, I just feel lifeless and useless.

feeling it, I can’t respond. I’m fighting this but it’s futile, fear

give him a

Little Mouse….”

For what?

in my neck, before intense sparks erupt through me, and I realise what he’s

the bond strengthen and something

before he extracts his teeth, running his tongue along

his voice, his hand tangling in my hair as he

looking into his blazing red eyes that are full of such intense emotion that I

different, his hair falls to his shoulders, and it makes me

least he’s here, wherever this is. I fling my arms around his neck,

more melodic, and it resonates around us. You came for me.” “I always will.” He murmurs, stroking my

thundering as I try to form words, but I’m

I manage

my beautiful little

that for a while, our emotions running through the

her happiness bleeding in with Zedkiel and my own, yet I feel she’s still not entirely here. Like she’s there but still not able to communicate with me as if

get

the bond, the love, the fear, and the pain of being apart from me so intensely that it doesn’t help

much.” I whisper, kissing his jaw before I move back, shifting my position in his lap until I’m straddling him

so perfectly, pulling me even harder against him, my b*reasts grazing his chest through the thin fabric that seems to be adorning my body. I

clenches, yet he simply deepens the kiss, devouring me as he

and I allow him willingly, my moans filling the

slipping under the sheer fabric I’m wearing as his fingers dig into my thighs before

rolling my hips, letting his hardened shaft rub against my

He removes the fabric between us and I suck in a breath as I look down between us,

as sinful desire consumes me and

I guide him to my e*ntrance. I don’t want f*oreplay; I

dress and

I lock my arms around his neck, pressing his face against my b*reast as I twist one hand into his hair, moaning at the currents of

start riding him, and he grips my hips, pounding

drown in the p*leasure he is inflicting on me, making me moan. He isn’t holding back either, the e*rotic sound of our skin slapping against one another and the m*oans that leave our lips filling

“F*uck Zed!” I whimper.

kiss is rougher, bruising, and the taste of blood fills my mouth as he sucks, and bites down on my lower lip,

kissing me down my neck,

tainted with dots as I

whispers, speeding up, as he rams