“Oh, how I missed you,” he replied.
“I’m here now.”
He pressed his lips to hers, a soft brush of his flesh to hers. He found he couldn’t stop, loving the way her breaths fanned his mouth. She moaned softly when Obsidian slid his tongue into her mouth, licking against hers as her strength returned, her body shifting ever so slightly beneath him.
“I can hear your heartbeat,” she whispered. “It’s so loud in my ears.”
Pulling back, he stared down at her. “You need to feed,ayreme.”
She smiled, her hand moving to her lips. It was then she slid her tongue along the pointed canines inside her mouth. She giggled softly, as though pleased with the idea of having fangs.
Her eyes dropped to his neck briefly, then lifted.
The next thing he knew, Obsidian was on his back, chuckling at her brute strength. His beautiful female straddled him, her fingers lacing with his as she raised his arms over his head, pinning him there. He could only stare, letting the life he saw in her comfort him.
His skin prickled with warmth as he thought of her mouth at his vein. He wanted nothing more than to supply the blood that would give her strength.
“I love you, Obsidian.”
Obsidian smiled. “I love you, too,ayreme.”
Her steady gaze raked over his face, her eyes glowing as her fangs descended.
Turning his head to the side, he bared his neck for her. “Feed from me, love.”
Hesitantly, she lowered her head, her tongue sliding over his skin, hardening his entire body. There was a slight scrape as she teased. And when her fangs sank into his flesh, he went rock hard, a euphoric feeling coating his mind, leaving him breathless. Had he been inside her, he would’ve come. Something he intended to do in the very near future.
For the longest time, Penelope fed from his vein, and Obsidian could feel her more intensely as his blood began flowing in her veins, uniting with hers. He remained still until she sealed the wounds on his neck, her mouth trailing along his jaw, finding his lips once more.
With her fingers still linked with his, Obsidian rolled them, coming over her and kissing her softly.
“Are you ready?”
Her eyes narrowed, curiosity glittering in her brilliant gold gaze. “Where’re we going?”
“Trust me?”
“Always and forever.”
Love made his chest expand. Somehow he managed to shift his legs off the bed, pulling her along with him.
Taking her hand, Obsidian led her into the bathroom. With the power of his mind, he lit the hundreds of candles placed throughout, extinguishing the light overhead so that the candle glow was all that remained.
After removing his jeans, he turned to face her, taking both of her hands in his. He stepped backward, leading her into the thigh-deep water, admiring the way the white gown molded to her perfect curves as the sheer fabric left nothing to the imagination. Easing himself down onto the wide ledge, Obsidian turned her so that she faced away from him, guiding her onto his lap. It was the same position he’d held her in that night at the hotel in Vegas, back when she’d taken a chance on him for the first time.
“This is the ritual?”
Obsidian grinned, kissing her neck as he ran his hands down her body, gripping the gown and inching it up her calves, her thighs. With the drenched fabric in his fists, he raised it upward, drawing it over her head and tossing it aside.
“I’m leading us into it,” he assured her. “No need to rush.”
Holding her against him with one arm banded around her ribcage, Obsidian reached for the rose-scented oil, poured some into his hand. He took his time, massaging every inch of her. Fingers, palms, wrists, working his way up her arms to her shoulders. He’d thought about this for the past twenty-four hours. Touching her, feeling her warm skin against his hands. The sight of her lying there, lifeless and cold, had almost killed him, and Obsidian vowed never to take her for granted.
When the oil wore off, he added more, coating her glistening skin, working his hands over her breasts.
“Mmm.”
“Like that?”
