Page 45 of My Dark Obsession
I opened the book with Jerry beside me pretending to adjust the curtains on the bedpost. I looked at him in my peripheral vision and jolted.
Holy shit, the black mist.
How had I gotten so used to it being in my sight that I just forgot about it?Giving myself a mental shake, I looked back to the book in my hands. If I could harness my powers, maybe I could finally heal the damn issue. Whatever Lyal did to my eye really did cause some serious issue.
The pages of the book rustled as I settled further back on the bed and frowned at the messy handwriting. How was I supposed to understand this?
“It seems the skin was still warm, and the ink smudged.” Jerry said as he peered down at the book.
“I thought animals’ skin had to be fully cooled before use.”
“It’s not an animal.”
“Is it…human skin?” I asked slowly.
“Yes.” He adjusted his tiny glasses then poofed from the room leaving behind his glow.
This book in my very hands had once been someone's skin, and they had inked it whilst warm. So, it had been freshly skinned…
That was so damn cool!
“Rí! This book is made out of skin!”
He raised his brows at me from where he dug through piles of books. A small grin pulled at his wide lips causing that swirling in my tummy.
Squinting back at the skin in my hands I tried to make out the words.
‘Rule one of Harnessing: Acceptance. Without acceptance, expect no results.’ I didn't even get to rule two before I slammed the book shut with a snap and moved onto the next book. The ink had been so smeared and messy I couldn't even make out the rule two.
I knew I needed acceptance now, but acceptance of what? The world? The people in it? The council and their ways? What did I need to accept?
We flicked through the books for hours, only stopping for Rí to eat more meats and cheeses all whilst commenting how he hadn't eaten a good steak in a while.
“You’d happily eat a big, juicy, no doubt bloody steak after touching books with real skin on?” I asked flatly.
“Does it bother ye’?” He asked with another one of those new grins.
“No.” I answered honestly. Things like this had never bothered me: death, blood, gore. None of it fazed me. Itwas the way of life and the way my mind constantly whispered at me to be part of the darker side of it. Well, let’s just say I know I was definitely a little on the morbid side.
Now, friendships, love and bright colours freaked the shit out of me.
I shuddered and slammed the book down on the table; we were getting nowhere. All the books went on about was acceptance, how to use the power once you could harness it. However, there was one little book I had snuck under the mattress that informed me more about Circle Mates. It was now in my TBR pile along with Isa’s journal.
“Maybe we should revisit the Bookkeeper or even look around the Dead Village.” I sighed as I stood and stretched my arms above my head. The top I had changed into pulled from my jeans and exposed my stomach to the cool air. I closed my eyes as the crack in my back released some tension from sitting for so long.
A warm hand softly rubbed down my waist before circling and holding my stomach, pulling me back into a heated hard body.
My legs instantly turned to jelly as my mouth dried. His small growl of appreciation had me turning around and looking at him under my lashes. My breasts grew heavy with need as my thighs clenched in anticipation.
I licked my lower lip as I turned around, pulled a chair to him and stood on it, bringing me to nose level.
Slowly, I placed my hands on his big broad shoulders, stood on tip toes and placed an open-mouthed kiss to the pulse on his tanned neck. His firewood and cake flavour coated my lips and made me so damn hungry forhim. He moaned low and gripped my hips in his hands before sliding them to my ass and squeezing.
I kissed along his jaw before ever so slowly running my tongue along his lower lip, enjoying how his red eyes became brighter and heavier at the same time. His hard cock pressed against my stomach, and I shuffled closer, rubbing myself on it and pulling another drawn out groan deep from his chest.
He gripped my face and pressed his lips to mine. Drinking me in, our breathing became gasps of pleasure as our tongues caressed, chests smushed together, and I continued to rub against him in desperation.
I wanted him and I wanted him now.
