A week.
Seven days.
Now she didn’t even have a job because waitresses were easily replaceable, especially in Vegas. Since she hadn’t called in to work, no doubt there was another woman taking her place. She had an apartment, but based on what had happened, she figured it was only a matter of time before a new set of demons paid a visit, destroying it all once again.
Penelope sighed.
And here she was, smack in the middle of Angel Central, trying to wrap her head around it all.
Her thoughts drifted to Acadia. More specifically, her abrupt request to go out in the field. From what she’d gathered from Obsidian, the Fae had relinquished their battle garb in favor of manning operations and providing assistance in other ways. So why would Acadia want to go out there? To face the demons head on?
Well, duh. Penelope knew Acadia had made the suggestion for her benefit. More specifically to put distance between them. There was no denying Penelope had reacted badly this morning. Acadia was simply offering Obsidian what he needed, and Penelope’d become some possessive girlfriend, not wanting the man she loved to feed from anyone else. Certainly not a female. Not wanting—
Before she could finish the thought, desire unlike anything she’d ever known hit her, banishing everything from her mind. It was a sudden jolt that had her muscles tightening. She pressed her knees together as a fierce sexual need exploded in her core, had her sex softening, clenching.
Holy crap.What the hell?
She’d gotten somewhat acclimated to how turned on Obsidian made her, how easily she could go from simmer to boil in his arms, but this … this was not lust. It was powerful, driving the air from her lungs. It was as though her blood was boiling. Her skin became ultrasensitive, the bra she wore damn near painful where it brushed against her tender nipples. Though she was tempted to shove her hand between her legs and quell the urge, she refrained. It wasn’t that she was opposed to masturbation, but her body wasn’t seeking her own touch. It wanted Obsidian. More so than it ever had before.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her nipples scraping against the lace of her bra as she got to her feet.
In a mad rush, she tore at her T-shirt, needing to get it off. As she tugged it over her head, she stumbled a few steps, fighting to draw air into her lungs. Her sex pulsed with an ache that overwhelmed her.
She needed to find Obsidian.
Now.
Before she could get her legs to listen to reason, the door opened and Obsidian strolled in. Behind him, the door closed, even as he was marching toward her. He was shirtless, his chest glistening with perspiration, and in that moment, she’d never seen a more beautiful specimen.
Penelope stared in awe. All that powerful muscle, the heat in his eyes directed her way.
“I’m not sure what’s happening,” she told him, the words coming out in a gravelly rasp.
Without a word, he stripped her first, then himself, then dragged her onto the bed with him, his lips a soothing balm to her overheated body.
“I need—” She didn’t get the words out before he was pushing into her, filling her so perfectly.
Clutching his shoulders, Penelope stared up into those swirling silver eyes, unable to fight the tears forming. How he knew she’d needed him, she wasn’t sure, but here he was, taking care of her as he had from the moment she’d met him.
“Touch me,” she groaned. “Everywhere.”
He hugged her to him, the simple feel of his skin soothing hers.
“God, you feel good,” she said on a moan as he pushed in deeper.
“Let me love you,ayreme,” he whispered in that dark, rich baritone.
Oh, God. Those words were a balm to her soul, calming the storm while at the same time igniting her desire for him.
“Love me,” she pleaded, burying her face in his neck and inhaling deeply.
He smelled amazing, the scent sending her arousal into hyperspace even as he impaled her, her body rocking with every exquisite thrust of his hips. The pain that had bloomed within her morphed into a delicious pleasure that made her hum. She held on, her arms ringing his neck, his big, hard body covering hers, pressing her deeper into the mattress.
Penelope never wanted it to end. She wanted to stay just like this, wrapped in his arms, filled to overflowing not only physically but emotionally as well.
Obsidian’s hand fisted in her hair, tipping her head back. His lips fused to hers as he drove into her, deeper than ever before. She moaned, clearing her mind and allowing her body to take over. That did the trick. With Obsidian moving inside her, the torment was replaced with a beautiful, blinding sense of completion. She was whole when she was with him. Cold replaced by heat, darkness filled with light.
Jerking her mouth from his, Penelope kicked her head back and screamed his name as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her shredded in its wake. Shredded and so completely fulfilled.
