She teased him, keeping her breasts covered.
“Show me.”
It was evident she’d never performed a striptease, but it didn’t matter. Her natural grace was all that was necessary to have him riveted. Her slender fingers peeled the dress downward, revealing her rosy pink nipples. Obsidian licked his lips, desperate to take them in his mouth, to taste her.
“Keep going. I want to see all of you.”
Penelope released the thin fabric of her dress, allowing it to slide down over her slim hips, her sexy legs, before pooling on the floor at her feet.
Once she was clad only in a tiny scrap of white lace covering her sex, hisamsouelotstepped closer. He could sense her nerves, so he helped her out, reaching for her hand and pulling her forward. She straddled his thighs, her hands resuming their caress of his chest, his shoulders. Her lips finally returned to his, and Obsidian let her lead the kiss, waiting until her tongue slipped into his mouth.
Gripping her hips, he pulled her closer, his erection grinding against the heat between her thighs.
Penelope moaned softly, the sweet, sensual sound driving him out of his ever-loving mind.
With absolutely no finesse, he ripped the scrap of lace, removing it quickly.
He growled when she fisted his cock.
Her eyes shot up to his face. “Do you like that?”
Overwhelmed by pleasure, he could only grunt. Her smooth hand caressed him from root to tip, slowly, reverently. In an effort to show her she wouldn’t hurt him, he put his hand over hers, gently squeezed, tightening her grip on him. His cock pulsed, the need growing more rapidly.
Obsidian groaned, his hips shifting forward of their own volition, desperately needing more.
“Take me inside you,” he growled, hungry for the feel of her wrapped around him.
And when she sank down on his cock, his mind was obliterated. He was consumed by her in every way. Her smooth skin against his palms, her sweet lips on his, those sexy little mewls as he rolled his hips, burying his cock in her slick heat.
By then, he was past the point of seduction.
He worked her on him, pulling her hips forward, sliding them back. Their breaths rasped between them, as sensations outranked skill.
Penelope sat up, her eyes meeting his as he slid deep inside her before retreating by shifting her hips back. Again and again, seconds felt like minutes, minutes like days. He was so fucking lost in her, Obsidian knew he wouldn’t survive without her.
He thought back to their conversation in the theater, when Penelope had admitted she wanted to have babies. He’d thought about it endlessly since then. Every moment he spent with her had him eager for the day to come when he could put a baby inside her.
“Obsidian…” She groaned, her head tipping back.
His gaze fell to her neck, his fangs descending at the thought of sinking into her vein. He hungered for her in a way that scared him. Bloodlust wasn’t something his kind endured, but right that moment, he got a glimpse of what it could be like.
Thankfully, she distracted him when her hands shifted to her breasts. Obsidian watched her caressing her flesh as he pumped into her. Deeper, faster. Shifting his hand, he pressed his thumb against her clit, working her higher and higher as she moved over him.
“So beautiful,” he groaned, feeling his own release threatening.
He slowed her down, not wanting the moment to end.
Her eyes opened, returning to his. They stared for long moments, their bodies intimately joined.
“You undo me,ayreme.”
Her hands curled over his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as once again his control snapped. Obsidian drove up into her, jerking her forward, filling her. And when she cried out his name, he lost it. With one deep thrust, he held her to him, his cock pulsing inside her.
They both fought to catch their breaths, Penelope relaxing against him. He slid his hand over her back, moving beneath the silk of her hair, holding her close, never wanting to let her go.
It was in those moments when they were as close as two could be that Obsidian knew he would spend the rest of eternity with her, despite his darkest fears. There were things he had yet to tell hisamsouelotabout thelintamair,things he was having a difficult time coming to terms with, but he knew in the end, he would persevere because there were no other options.
AFTERTHESENSUALENCOUNTERWITHOBSIDIANINthe main-floor office, Penelope snuck back up to his private quarters and showered, although she wasn’t sure why she even bothered. Before the night was over, she knew she’d need another one. At the rate she and Obsidian were going, she’d be in his arms in the very near future.
