“Very much.”
Penelope rested her head against his chest as he allowed his hands to glide beneath the water. He gently kneaded the muscles in her thighs, spreading them wide, stroking her only briefly with the barest brushes of his fingers against her clit.
“You’re a tease,” she groaned as he shifted her so that he could access her feet.
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
With her eyes closed, Obsidian admired his mate, the way she relaxed as he worked the tension out of her, ensuring he didn’t miss anything along the way.
Once Obsidian completed the full-body massage, he carefully dried them both, then carried Penelope back to the bed. Her eyes followed him as he moved around the room, retrieving the stones before joining her.
“Lie back.”
Penelope centered herself in the bed, then rested her head on one soft pillow.
After tossing the others to the floor, he reached for her. “Give me your hand.”
She held up her right hand, and he positioned her arm, elbow turned, wrist near her head, palm up before setting the color-changing gem in the center of it, then closing her fingers over it. He did the same with her other hand, another gem tucked in her palm.
“What are they?” Penelope asked.
“Alexandrite,” he explained. “The gem representing my birth.”
“They’re warming,” she said, watching as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs.
As she lay there, positioned so seductively, he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her. Obsidian teased her sensitive flesh with his fingers, dipping one inside her briefly, making her moan. His tongue itched with the need to lap at her sweetness, so he gave in to the desire. Keeping his eyes on her face, he leaned down, pressed his lips to her hip, then slowly inched lower, caressing her smooth, hairless mound. When he separated her slick folds, Penelope gasped. And when he dipped his tongue through her slit, she whimpered. He feasted on her for long minutes, building her desire but not pushing her to the brink.
“Obsidian … please. I need to feel you inside me.”
Not wanting to deny her, he worked his lips up her body, pausing at her nipples, licking, suckling, before inching higher. Once he was positioned over her, he aligned their bodies and guided his cock toward the entrance of her body. As he pushed in deep, he groaned, her warmth consuming him, sending chills skating down his spine. She humbled him, the way her body accepted his so easily, greedy in its need for more.
Penelope moaned softly, her eyes never leaving his face.
Holding himself above her, he worked his hips, pushing in, retreating slowly. He could’ve remained like that for eternity, sinking into the glorious heat of her, feeling her soft flesh against his.
“I love you,” Obsidian whispered, watching as her golden eyes brightened, the color igniting from within, brightening until the room was bathed in brilliant gold.
He let it all in, the emotions building within him as he absorbed her warmth and light, her love.
Obsidian retrieved the moonstones he’d set aside, one in each hand. Resting his weight on his forearms, he twined their fingers, feeling the magic of the stones combining. The alexandrite gems and moonstones sealed in their joined palms. He did the same with the second stone and when both of their hands were clasped together, he felt the power.
Penelope’s beautiful eyes widened as the warmth radiated through her and into him, hearts, bodies, and souls joining for eternity.
“Obsidian…” Penelope’s head tipped back, hips bucking as her fingers tightened on his.
Retreating slowly, Obsidian pressed his lips to the center of her chest, then rolled his hips forward, thrusting deep. Her knees drew up, clutching his hips as he rocked forward, back, taking them both higher. He drove into her, barely able to breathe for the overwhelming intensity of it all.
“Look at me,” Obsidian commanded.
Her head tilted, eyes opened.
“Let me in, Penelope. All of me. I want to feel you.”
Her warmth infused him from the inside out.
“Love me, Penelope,” Obsidian whispered, though he doubted she realized it for the plea that it was. There was still an underlying insecurity within him, probably would always be there.
As he moved inside her, he met her gaze, held it.
