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.

I moan. “Oh,

He growls, before he suddenly lifts me up and turns me

myself on all fours. He’s behind me fast, spanking my a*ss that jiggles h*ard as he rubs his c*oc*k against my

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 to keep my moans

tangles into my hair, the other

the smell of sex and arousal, it creates the heaven

close my eyes as he pounds into me, hitting the spot every single time, making m y entire body combust with

still shaking from my orgasm, as I turn clumsily and

up at my sexy man. He

ripping through him, and I stick my tongue out, wanting to taste him. I look up at him as he shoots his

that I’m addicted

I moan as I l*ick my

grips my jaw, his tongue flicking mine before he kisses me roughly as he drops back onto the bed and pulls me on top

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

eyes meet, and I can’t help but snuggle in, burying my nose in his

with love and

arms around

all dirty.”

dirty.” I murmur,

Mouse, or you won’t be

I wouldn’t mind that…

longer before

a child’s laughter makes

Where am I?

light, and it takes me a few

Where though?

spotting the little girl, who looks barely over one year old. There’s something immensely

how, but

and it is held back with little clips. She has large golden eyes and a button nose as she stares at the door on the far

blue little dress that reaches her knees with butterfly sleeves and matching shoes. She’s clutching

you return that to

voice behind my greatest

is pinned back, and he looks far less aggressive

but smile as tears begin to

know who that

our baby girl…

his hand out and I realise she’s holding some kind of