His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

Despite the fact we’re stalling, we are going to have to keep moving and ultimately think of a way for the so-called steward not to get his hands on Zedkiel.

It is wishful thinking to hope Zed would make it back the same night.

I know Ziahra said time passes differently there, and that’s what is f*ucking stressing me out.

Sometimes days in there could be years for us, or vice versa, ten years could pass there, and it could be a blink of an eye for us.

How much time has passed? Will he make it back in time?

Evelyn has been behaving fine. She’s pretty quiet, spending her time watching Zerachiel.

He actually holds so much arrogance. I f*ucking don’t know how Zed lives with him constantly. Maybe the fact he ignored him for so many years was a blessing in disguise.

Right now, everyone is sleeping or meant to be as I sit against one of the pillars, far from the rest. I’m keeping an eye on them but I’m worried about Isa too.

Since earlier today I’ve had this feeling that has niggled at my mind and I just think I need to call her, to ease my mind. Maybe it’s just the fact tension and stress are running high, but it would at least ease my own worries.

The only problem is, I don’t have a phone and I’m tempted to ask Ziahra to allow me to make a call.

But as much as her a*ss is absolutely f*uckable, she herself is a f*ucking brat.

She’s on watch tonight, leaning against a tree not too far from me. I wonder if I picked this spot so I can get a good view… I’m not so sure…

Her black leather trousers are so tight they look painted on. I wonder how she got them up her ass, the crease of her ass cheeks and those sexy thighs perfectly emphasised.

I trail my gaze up her curvy hips and tiny waist. She’s in a cropped top tonight, and despite the cold, she’s not wearing a jacket.

She stretches, flexing her abs as she turns sideways, resting her gorgeous head of braids against the tree.

“I can sense you staring.” She says quietly. “Yeah? I’m just wondering if vampires don’t feel the cold at all, or if it’s simply because your heart is as cold as ice.” I reply.

She turns and cocks a brow as she walks over to me.

I stand up, crossing my arms as pain rushes through me like I’ve been electrocuted by a thousand live wires.

It’s getting worse, and at times, I feel as if my heart is about to stop.

“We may not feel the cold, but we feel the heat.” She says, her eyes dip, as she looks me over as shamelessly as I had checked her out, before those gorgeous eyes meet mine again.

intense pull between us sizzles, and

there is only a price to pay, and you will

to accept.” I counter, our gazes lock as we stare

a price I

“Hmph.” She murmurs as she looks up at

and chocolate, but

says. “Walk with

as I don’t want to, I also know that if I want access to a phone, I need to compromise or at least not p*iss her

tell him?” She asks as we walk

talking about as we step inside, but instead of heading straight, this time she takes a sharp left and my gaze

really does have the s*exiest

Damn.

nothing is ever going to come of it?” I say, looking at the ivy that has dug its claws into the stone walls of the temple. With time, it’s managed to destroy the

steady… but in the

true.” She replies. I look at her

a broken archway that has steps leading

“You don’t sound pleased.”

fine.”

I’m not stupid.

to walk down them, when I’m unable to stop myself from grabbing hold of her arm

a beautiful red, her breasts heaving as

so much?” I ask, unable to keep the anger from my

caressing her cheeks before she looks into

to offer you a chance to live.” She says, tapping

scoff, yanking her closer, my hand tightening on her arm. “Don’t push

name gets to

“Likewise.” She responds defiantly.

gaze dips to

every little thing, yet at the same time you’re drawn to them so f*ucking

she can read my mind before I let go of

favour.” I begin, clenching my jaw. Yeah, I hate

brow. “Oh? I’m afraid I don’t do favours.” She says, her gaze dipping to the front

wouldn’t trust you anywhere near my d*ick. I actually need to make a call, just to check up on someone. Can

not expecting that, hesitating for a moment before she exhales and

crop top and I raise my eyebrow, watching as she pulls out a slim, small phone she had tucked in on the side. “Those things sure must be deflated if you can get a phone to just

the tingles that rush through me when, to my surprise; she places it on her left breast. And I’m f*ucking unable to stop myself from giving

firm and

south, and I let go so fast, as if I’ve been f*ucking

and she chuckles, switching the phone on – entirely

like I’ve never touched a f*ucking boob

holding the phone out to me. “And I’m not going

my back on

to give up

I don’t miss the

“Isa.”