She whimpered softly.
“And you’ll dream about me, Asmia. When you sleep, you’ll feel my mouth on you. It’ll make you hot, desperate. No other male will be able to give you pleasure. You’ll use their bodies, but it’ll be my face you see when you orgasm, my name that’ll whisper from your lips.”
“Please … Perfidious…”
He smiled back at her. “Not yet, gorgeous. We’ve got time yet. I want you to crave me the same way I crave you. And when it’s time for me to claim you, you won’t be able to resist me.”
He crushed his mouth to hers. She kissed him roughly, as though she couldn’t get enough.
Perfidious jerked his mouth from hers, refusing her the release she sought.
“Until next time, gorgeous.”
With a grin on his face, Perfidious turned her away, watched that delicious ass as she sauntered off.
Until next time.
PENELOPEWOKEINAFAMILIARROOMWITHa very familiar body next to hers. Somehow she knew night had fallen, the shutters would be rising soon enough, but for the moment, she welcomed the darkness.
And while she was used to this, waking in Obsidian’s bed, him beside her, it felt different somehow. She felt different.
The heat she’d grown accustomed to had dissipated, but her desire for Obsidian hadn’t waned in the least. Her body was drawn to his. And here, protected by darkness, she was compelled to move toward him, wanting to get closer.
He was warm, solid. Naked.
Just the way she liked him.
During their interlude in the living room, Obsidian had been mostly clothed. In fact, now that she thought about it, they’d had sex while he was half-dressed numerous times in the past two weeks. As though getting them off took too much effort. Such a shame, too, considering how beautiful his body was. Every second she could, Penelope openly ogled him, no longer ashamed of the desire he inspired within her.
Ogling him wasn’t an option now, but she did the next best thing. Trailing her hand over his chest, she memorized the smooth planes of muscle, the hard angles of sinew and bone beneath his velvet-smooth skin with her fingertips. A soft hum sounded from his chest, his arm coming around her, pulling her closer. He pressed his lips to her forehead, breathed out roughly.
It was a move he made frequently, she realized. As though Obsidian preferred to have her close to him. She happened to be quite fond of the position herself.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered in the darkness.
“Glad you did.”
Penelope lifted her head. “Seriously?”
He chuckled, pulled her until she was draped over him. “I was tempted to do the same,ayreme.”
He brought her mouth down to his. The smooth warmth of his lips awakened all of her senses, her body keenly aware of the position she was in.
She had no idea what he was thinking, but she could feel him staring at her. As had been the case since the first time they made love in his hotel room, there was a lingering tension between them, one that never fully dissipated. The gentle way his hands moved over her stirred that longing, made it seem … justified somehow. As though they were meant to spend an ungodly amount of time doing exactly this.
Hard to believe that three weeks ago, she hadn’t known he existed. Everything since had seemed to go at warp speed. And somewhere in that time, perhaps even the first night at the hotel, Penelope had fallen head over heels in love with him.
It wasn’t normal, she knew. Two people did not give in so easily. To lust, sure. But not to love. And while she knew that deep down, Penelope couldn’t seem to fight her emotions. They had settled over her like a security blanket she’d been looking for her entire life. Obsidian made her feel as though she belonged here. Living in his house, sleeping in his bed, feeling his warmth against her through the day when they slept, the nights when they continued to get to know one another.
His warm hands trailed down her back, curved over her ass. Thick fingers teased her clit before sliding inside her, dragging a soft moan from her chest. The man knew exactly how to touch her to make her burn.
Penelope rested against him, completely wanton in her need for him. She positioned herself so he’d have better access. Her lips grazed his neck as his fingers teased and enticed until she was rocking her hips, wanting more.
“Ride me,” he whispered.
With his assistance, Penelope worked herself onto him, grinding down, grateful for the freedom of the bed. Just as she was working up her rhythm, his body shifted, his torso elongating.
“Lamp on, ten percent,” he said softly.
