Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

At this second, with Vincent's hands around my neck, his throbbing cock against my stomach, I see the foolish waste of thoughts. I learn the meaningless words of promises.

In the front of B-Street downtown Seattle, I, Kylie Bray watch the man that I am destined to love forever, come alive with the idea of killing me.

And even though I am with Storm, time can't heal wounds.

My voice, finally given back to me as he releases his fingers from around my neck, twisting it through my hair.

For once, the words I need to say, the questions in my mind, come out, as I ask, “What is it that draws me to you, why can't I say no, what is this?”

His grip on my hair tightens as he slays me with just one word, “Obsession.”

Breathing becomes difficult as his eyes stare so deeply into my own. I have dreamed of this night for so long. I have imagined how his hands would feel touching me. I have wanted Vincent to look at me the way he is looking at me now, with proprietorial lust.

vision blurs with ecstasy, but

one obtains its

obsessed with him, and hearing him murmur those words undoes me. It makes

intoxicated voice

he does next shatters me.

tongues dance in languid yet purposeful moves. As my body burns with unadulterated lust of finally tasting what it has been wanting since Vincent came back into my

lock me in. I succumb

hold in my hair, while he lures me in with his masculine scent. This is the moment I have wanted, now that it's here I never want it to

knowing that he will also become my

outside B-Street Vincent Stone, kissed me for the first time. When I think of that night, I think of the softness of his lips, the caress of his tongue. I think of his body and my body touching as my nipples hardened and my sex clenched with a blissful desire

a while after that when I saw