Hearing his mono-command, Vanessa saw herself sinking to her knees. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her breathing pace became laborious.
Oberon never knew how he saw himself storming her direction and grabbing her into his arms. He swept her feet from the floor as he bridal-carried her to his large bed.
Placing the almost unconscious Vanessa in the center of the bed, Oberon exhaled in disbelief. No matter how hard he tried, he was always coming back to her.
There was no freaking way he'd remain mad at her. She controlled his heart like it was meant to follow her orders from the start.
He chuckled while his hand went to tousle his jet-black hair. Those gray eyes of his found themselves darting to her figure. Oberon noticed how lean his lover got, and how pale her face became. It made his worry escalate.
