Page 92 of Plunge into Obsession

“What do you mean?”

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I hadn’t sleptfor more than an hour.

I couldn’t.

Fuck, but there was just so much shit to do.

And all I wanted to do was stay here and watch her for a while.

I didn’t fucking care how much time it would take before she woke.

The noises in my head calmed when she was around.

I reached over and gently ran my fingers over her soft skin.

A small mewling sound passed through her lips, and I held my hand still, watching her.

When she didn’t wake, I let my fingers continue down the side of her face, touching her jawline and further down her neck, stopping when I felt her pulse.

So fucking fragile.

Dios mío,but what the hell am I supposed to do with you?

The sun barely peeked through the clouds. The morning air was cool on my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth she created with her body pressed against my front.

Her eyes fluttered, and I kept my hand curved around her neck, watching and waiting.

They opened, revealing blue softness etched in her eyes, reminding me so much of the ocean that I had the sudden yearning to go.

I would take her to the ocean for our honeymoon, I decided.

It wouldn’t be much of one, considering how packed my schedule was and all that was going on, but fuck me, I would carve out one day when it was just me and her, and I would kill any fuckers who’d dare interrupt us.

She pulled back slightly when her eyes connected with mine, the softness turning into wariness.

She blinked, opened her mouth, and probably changed her mind as she closed it once more, before she opened it again.

I watched her with a hint of amusement, thoroughly fascinated by all the thoughts and emotions that seemed to go through in her mind.

How fucking pretty.

“What are you doing?” she asked softly.

“What does it look like I am doing?”

She shifted a little on the bed, her eyes wide and animated with those little emotions that she didn’t know how to hide.

I should have her work on that.

Couldn’t have all the monsters seeing my wife’s vulnerability and pouncing on her at any given moment, but fuck me, I liked my little wife’s expressive face too much to change her.

It didn’t matter if she didn’t know how to hide her emotions.

I would be the monster standing behind her, killing off any fuckers who wanted to hurt what was mine.

“You’re watching me sleep,” she said.

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