Dark Possession ✔

Chapter 17: Monsters

Rosalie opened her eyes to the bright sun in her face. She couldn't feel any part of her body, it was like a truck had hit her and concrete replaced all her limbs. That was when all that happened last night came rushing back.

Rosalie nervously looked to her side where Adrik slept. His face under the morning light appeared peaceful; unlike how he would always be. She never thought she'd see him like this, asleep and completely defenceless. She looked under the tousled duvet and saw that the heavy concrete was on top of her, it was Adrik. His legs were tangled through hers and his sturdy arm held her close. She bit back her smile and tried hard not to blush red like a tomato.

Rosalie turned in his arms and faced him. She used her fingers to trace the lines of his dark brows, then those sharp eyes that were closed. She noticed that he had thick lashes too. Her fingers dwelled over the pale scar down his eye; it really was a deep mark to bear all the time. Rosalie's heart pained for him. What he must have gone through when he had been injured like that had made her body turn cold. Who had taken care of him? Did anyone even care? she thought to herself.

Rosalie leaned in, placing her lips on the scar. A flutter made her heart swoon and she smiled at her mate who was all hers now.

Rosalie stopped gushing and turned to her side. She was about to get off the bed, when her body was pulled back. She gasped. "You were awake," she astonished.

"I told you that I don't sleep," his voice was hot against her ear.

She covered her face. "Oh god, I forgot," she groaned in embarrassment.

Adrik laughed hotly; it haunted every inch of her body to shudder in his hold, which was firmly around her. His arm pulled her right against him. Her back against his chest and her butt against the hard ridge between his legs.

"Adrik," she moaned when she felt his arousal.

Adrik reached around to her throat. His rough tattooed hand collared her neck, bringing her back to him. His lips caressed her ear. "Can't start our first morning together without this," he said, as he nipped her earlobe. She shivered although it was warm under the sheets.

Rosalie had no time to protest or escape. She was locked to him securely. His right arm which held her stomach moved, his wicked hand trailed down to her thighs and she shut them tight together.

"Bad idea, baby," he growled, as his hand caressed her skin that was burning under his touch.

"I'm still sore from yesterday," she told him, but she had a feeling that that just stirred him more.

Rosalie's head fell back. She realized that her neck was under his gaze now and he didn't waste any time before he bit down on her. She whimpered into him and that was when his hand found an opening between her legs to her core.

She swore she felt her eyes roll back when his fingers caressed her throbbing clit. "Adrik, please," she bit her lip.

"Your body was begging for it," he whispered roguishly. "Look how wet you are-" he curled his fingers inside her dripping core.

"You make me like this," she said and she meant it because she never woke up aroused before.

Rosalie gripped his thick wrist trying to stop him, because it was too much that she couldn't breathe. But he was too strong for her to stop. She closed her eyes shut and all she felt was him. His fingers were so thick and rough, she didn't understand how it could feel this good.