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 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

hits differently, sending another intense wave of sizzling pleasure through me; I feel extremely full as he begins pounding me h*ard and fast, gripping my h*ips. The sound of our skins meeting fills the room and I scream out hornily, not caring

hand tangles into my hair, the other hand kneading and

and arousal, it creates the heaven that I like to get

spot every single time, making m y

I moan loudly, still shaking from my orgasm, as I turn clumsily

at my

he comes, his orgasm ripping through him, and I stick my tongue out, wanting to taste him. I

taste that I’m addicted

moan as I

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

wipe from the bedside table and wipes my face clean. I nod, smiling softly, watching him. “Absolutely… I love

back. Our eyes meet, and I can’t help but snuggle

me with love and respect before I was

his arms around me, caressing

got you all

I murmur, giggling when I feel him

won’t be sleeping tonight.”

I wouldn’t mind that…

talk for a little longer before

of a child’s laughter makes me look around. I’m high

Where am I?

with bright light, and it takes me a few moments to

Where though?

looks barely over one year old.

but I know

hair falls to her chin, and it is held back with little clips. She has large golden eyes and a button nose as she stares at the door

that reaches her knees with butterfly sleeves and matching

return that

thuds at the familiar voice, a voice that haunts my nightmares. The voice behind my greatest regret…

an ivory and silver jacket and pants. His long hair is pinned back, and he looks far less aggressive than how I remember him. He approaches the child and I’m shocked to see a smile of amusement on

and I can’t help but smile as tears begin to

know who that

our baby girl… my

and