Page 45 of His Darkest Obsession

But all my body does is betray me with a shiver of anticipation.

I want to know justwhatmy consequences will be.

The footsteps stop outside my door. Silence stretches, and with it comes both a promise and a threat.

Then, slowly, the doorknob starts to turn.

14

ANATOLY

Desire throbswith a wet aching heat—hot and coppery.

And every step closer to the source makes it taste just a little bit sweeter.

The door swings open soundlessly to reveal Indigo standing with her back pressed against the window, wild-eyed in her wedding dress where the plunging neckline that reaches nearly to her navel.

She stares at me with her full parted lips, and I notice the dark red that smears at the corner. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, and her face flushes pink as those soft hazel eyes look at me.

But in what? Fear? Anticipation? Anger?

I know she felt what I felt the moment our lips touched at the altar. And I know why she bit me when she did.

Not because she wanted to, but because sheneededto.

Fuck, I needed her to bite me as well.

If she hadn’t, I don’t think I would’ve stopped kissing her. I don’t think I would’ve been satisfied with just holding her close to me with my hand caressing her face my tongue tracing the roof of her mouth.

Her skin peeks out from the slit running up the side of the dress as she shifts ever so slightly, and my eyes can’t help but glance at the tantalizing flash of caramel, so perfectly contrasted against the white of her dress. Heat rushes down to my cock until it strains against my pants.

Her eyes dart down towards my dick, and she swallows when she sees just what the fuck she’s doing to me. At how crazy she’s driving me.

Trembling heat sears my lungs with every step I take towards her, drawn to her. Like I’m a helpless moth circling towards a flame, oblivious or not caring that it’s about to get burned.

And all I want is to be burned by her.

When I finally look down at her, she lifts her chin and defiance takes shape once again in her eyes. "Have you come to claim your wife? Or to punish her for drawing your blood?”

Her voice is small but even, but the sound of it sends my balls tightening. A drop of wet heat beads at the head of my dick, and I feel my lip tugging up into a wry smile.

"I came to congratulate you."

Her eyebrows knit together in confusion, even as the redness of her face now begins to move towards her ears. The two of us are close. So close that I can practicallyhearher heart thumping against her chest.

I wonder if she can hear mine doing the same.

I point to my bottom lip where her teeth broke skin, and my tongue dart out to taste the drying blood that she drew.

"You’ve done something extraordinary,” I whisper. “Something that even my worst enemies haven’t been able to do."

"I thought you didn’t make enemies?” she whispers. “Only examples.”

"That’s right."

“Am I about to be an example?”

Another shot of heat collects in my groin at her loaded question. My balls ache and grow heavy, demanding relief. My only way of responding is to put my palms firmly against the cool glass of the window. It calms me a little.