“Obsidian!” Her hands fisted in the blanket, hips rising.
He buried his face between her legs, focused on her clit. His female came apart, writhing and moaning as he overwhelmed her with pleasure.
“Obsidian … Ob—” Penelope cried out, her clit pulsing against his tongue as she came.
In an instant, he was over her, sliding his cock into the slick, hot depth of her body. She welcomed him, her arms wreathing his neck, sex clenching around him. He took his time, rocking into her, driving them both up once again.
This time, when he launched them over that fragile edge, Obsidian fused his mouth to hers, letting her taste all the love he had for her.
Ten hours later, Penelope was writhing on the bed as had been the case since his body had answered her earlier call. Since that first exquisite exploration, they’d come together numerous times. They would make love, and no more than forty-five minutes later, she was moaning again, the heat overwhelming them both. Obsidian was exhausted, knew she had to be, yet it wasn’t letting up.
“Obsidian…” She groaned softly. “What’s happening to me?”
“Come here,ayreme,” he whispered, pulling her over him.
As she straddled his hips, he guided himself inside her.
She moaned, barely moving as she rested her head on his chest. Her hair was damp from sweat and exertion, her voice raspy from exhaustion.
He rocked up into her, slow, steady strokes deep inside her.
“I don’t think it’s going to stop,” she said, her limbs loose and weak.
He was starting to think she was right. As though it was in tune with her needs, his cock remained rock hard, never deflating. Not even as soon as he came.
“I need to sleep,” she whimpered, clutching at him.
“I know.”
Knowing she was wrung out completely, Obsidian remained as he was, pushing inside her, retreating for as long as he could. In an effort to send her over once more, he shifted her beneath him, continued the gentle, rolling motion of his hips until she was clenching around him again.
Penelope offered no words of encouragement, no desperate pleas. Just soft whimpers before her body clamped down on him, triggering his release.
This time, when she went boneless, Obsidian forced himself up, found his jeans.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” she murmured, sleep already taking her.
Not wanting to waste time, Obsidian dematerialized, reforming in the medical room. It was a place used more to store supplies for theheurospsince angels rarely required medical assistance. He rummaged through the cabinet until he found the sedatives.
“You’re going to need something stronger than that,” Taayin said, appearing beside him.
“Like what?” he growled.
“Morphine,” thelieterrasaid simply.
Obsidian spun around, glared at the male. “You want me to pump narcotics into my female?”
“I assume you want her to rest?”
Of course he did. Fuck.
“That’ll do the trick,” Taayin said. “Give her a reprieve. Hell. Give usalla reprieve.”
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s nonstop, Obsidian. The wave of sexual energy seems to have settled over the entire mansion. Constant. Give her the morphine, let her rest for a bit. Give us some time to figure this out.”
