His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

Continuation from His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse to

His Fated Obsession (Book 2) Chapter 75. Epilogue

EVANGELINE.

ONE YEAR LATER…

“Oh my…” I say, unable to stop myself from biting my lip as I look over at my sexy naked man who has tossed aside the towel he has just dried his body with and now approaches the bed entirely naked. “If I wasn’t already pregnant, I might just end up pregnant tonight.”

He sits down on the bed, a c*oc*ky smirk on his face. “I wouldn’t mind practicing the art.” He says, as he pulls me on top of him.

I’m halfway through my pregnancy and we’ve been told we’re having a boy.

Learning about the pregnancy was bittersweet. I was happy, yet it brought back the memory of the child that was taken from us.

A child I had not been able to see when I had gone to the realm, despite the ability to cross once a year, I was confined to the Palace of Moonlight. I nurture the tree of bonds before I then must return to earth.

Raziel and Selene are trying to get Eshe to bring my child to the palace, but there has been no reply to any of their messages.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” I whisper, as Zedkiel slips my satin slip off, leaving me naked above him.

He takes a moment to appreciate my curves. He makes sure I eat well and it’s clear he loves me with a little extra meat on me. The compliments never cease.

He now runs his hands up my t*highs slowly, letting his f*ingers dig into my skin slightly. “Now this is what I call a real woman.” He growls, tapping my a*ss sharply, making me gasp.

I moan softly as I place one hand on his chest, the other in my hair as I begin rubbing myself against his c*oc*k which is already h*ardening beneath me.

“Oh f*uc*k Zed…” I moan, as pleasure erupts inside of me as his tip rubs against my clitoris.

“That’s it…” He replies huskily as he squeezes my b*rea*sts. “So, tell me, how was your day today?”

I moan, as I try to focus on his question. “Good… we managed to go through the district layout and the pack funding, ah!” I gasp when he twists my n*ipp*les.

“What’s wrong Little Mouse?” He asks huskily.

“N-noth- F*uc*k!” I gasp as he rams into me, the sudden intrusion making me stop breathing for a second as I try to adjust to him.

He smirks in satisfaction, his hands squeezing my b*rea*sts.

“Now ride me, baby girl.” He commands.

I look at him through hooded eyes, as I obey, the pleasure far too much to refuse and I start moving faster and faster, bracing my hands on his t*highs as I bounce up and down on his c*oc*k. My screams of pleasure only get louder.

moan.

suddenly lifts

fours. He’s behind me fast, spanking my a*ss that jiggles h*ard as he rubs his c*oc*k against my p*uss*y before squeezing back into

begins pounding me h*ard and fast, gripping my h*ips. The sound of our skins

into my hair, the other hand kneading and squeezing my a*ss

smell of sex and arousal, it creates the heaven that I

into me, hitting the spot every single time, making m y entire body

shaking from my orgasm, as I turn clumsily and wrap my hand around his c*oc*k. Breathing h*ard as I try to get

groans, as I look up at my sexy man. He looks

to taste him. I look up at him as he

taste that I’m addicted

moan as I l*ick my

my jaw, his tongue flicking mine before he kisses me roughly as he drops back onto

and wipes my face clean. I nod, smiling softly, watching him. “Absolutely… I love you Zed…” I moan, cuddling

my hair back. Our eyes meet, and I can’t

treated me with love and respect before I

his arms around me, caressing

you all

getting dirty.” I murmur, giggling when I feel

there, Little Mouse, or you won’t be sleeping

I wouldn’t mind that…

talk for a little longer before sleep soon

sound of a child’s laughter makes me look around.

Where am I?

few moments to realise I’m in some sort of

Where though?

turn and I look down, spotting the little girl, who looks barely over one year old. There’s something immensely familiar about her and I

how, but

is held back with little clips. She has large golden eyes and

knees with butterfly sleeves and matching shoes. She’s

that to me,

voice that haunts my nightmares. The voice behind my greatest regret… I turn to see none other than the

and he looks far less aggressive than how I remember him. He approaches the child and I’m

smile as tears begin to

who

girl… my baby

calmly, holding his hand out and