They shared the same air as she grew bolder, tugging his shirt up, wanting to feel his warm skin against her palms. She didn’t even care that they were standing in the hallway, that her brother was in the very next room. It didn’t matter. Nothing did.
While Penelope was trapped in his hungry gaze, she freed the button on Obsidian’s jeans, moved on to the zipper. His breaths were sawing in and out of his lungs as though he was trying to hold back. Blessedly, he pulled his shirt off, giving her lips a place to go. She kissed his smooth chest, licked, teased. The dark taste of him spurred her to continue. Just as she was about to reach into his jeans, his hand snapped around her wrist.
“My turn,” he commanded softly.
“Your turn,” she confirmed, her lungs burning from exertion.
His hands were on her ass, squeezing roughly, jerking her to him.
“I need you, Obsidian. More than I’ve ever neededanything.”
Obsidian slid his hands down her thighs, gripped firmly, and lifted her off her feet. Her back met the smooth wall seconds before his lips slammed over hers. The deep rumble in his chest was animalistic, dark thunder. Her legs wrapped around his hips, trying to get closer.
“I want everything,” he commanded roughly, his words laced with gravel, as though they’d been ripped from his throat.
Penelope was vaguely aware of him walking, ascending the stairs to the third floor. She heard the distinct sound of the security panel.
“Everything,” she promised, not even knowing what that meant.
The door opened. They stepped inside. That was as far as they made it when her back once again met the wall. She held his head as he bruised her lips with his, felt his hand move between them, was acutely aware of what he was doing, willing him to hurry. She thrust her tongue against his, her lungs burning as air became scarce. Still she couldn’t get close enough.
She heard something rip, realized it was her panties. She didn’t even have time to care that he’d left part of them intact, hanging loosely from one thigh. He shifted, impaling her on his thick erection. Penelope cried out, her head dropping back as overwhelming pleasure crashed into her, driving the remaining air from her lungs as her insides coiled into an electrical storm of sensation.
Obsidian pinned her to the wall with his body, driving deep, hips punishing with every delicious thrust, sending blood rushing to her head as she spiraled into the ether. There was no tenderness in the way he held her, no benevolence in the violence that sparked. Only hunger, passion, an urgency so powerful she was helpless to resist.
“More,” she cried out.
“Everything,” he growled, more beast than man.
She’d never been so out of control, so completely consumed, and that was saying something considering the past couple of weeks. But something was happening between them. It was a pivotal moment, that inevitable point of no return.
His tongue licked at her neck, his fangs lightly scraping the sensitive flesh, snapping the tenuous grip she had on sanity.
“Obsidian…” A sharp gasp escaped when he lightly nipped her with his teeth, the pain euphoric. “Please. Don’t stop.”
His head lifted, silver eyes meeting hers.
Penelope tilted her head to the side. “Now, Obsidian.”
He growled. But rather than sink his fangs into her neck, his mouth was forceful when it covered hers. He drove deep inside her, retreated, drove in again. She cried out as the first wave of orgasm shattered her, left her reeling as he drove her higher once more, never relenting, taking everything and expecting more.
When the next orgasm hit, it was stronger than the first, leveling her. Penelope was panting, her muscles like noodles.
As though he hadn’t just banged two orgasms out of her, Obsidian carried her over to the sofa, dropped onto it. She was still impaled on his erection, and the move had her groaning, shards of pain penetrating her core. But this was the sort of agony that turned into a craving, an unnatural desire. Purely erotic, a dark promise of what was to come.
“Ride me,” he bellowed, tugging at her dress, pulling it over her head. It disappeared, leaving her mostly naked in his arms.
The sound of fabric tearing signaled the complete removal of her panties, their tattered remains tossed away. Unimportant.
Penelope rocked her hips forward, back, trying to take more of him. He was so big, so thick, filling her, stretching her. She worked herself on him, selfishly taking the pleasure he offered.
With her eyes locked with his, she willed him to see her true need. What she was desperate for.
Dragging her hair to one side, Penelope tilted her head. His eyes instantly dropped to her neck.
“Now, Obsidian,” she whispered. “We both need this.”
His big hand curled behind her neck, his eyes meeting hers as though seeking reassurance. She leaned toward him, sighed when his lips pressed to her neck. She could feel him pulsing inside her as she rocked on his erection.
