Penelope giggled as he pulled her into the elevator. “You can’t blame a girl. It’s a very tasty neck.”
It took effort, but Obsidian managed to keep his hands mostly to himself until they were in their private quarters, behind closed doors. Once inside, he bypassed the sofa in favor of the bed, though he honestly didn’t intend to do more than feed at the moment.
Well, not much more.
Obsidian got situated with his back against the headboard, Penelope sitting between his legs, reclining against him. The moment she was in his arms, he felt immensely better. As though her touch alone could fuel him.
Her head tipped back, resting against his chest as he ringed his arms around her. “Have I told you I love you lately?”
“Maybe once or twice. But I still like hearing it.”
“I love you,ereswa,” he whispered in the dimly lit room.
“I love you, too, husband.”
“Reuthet,” he told her. “That’s the word for husband in the ancient language.”
“Reuthet,” Penelope whispered. “I like that.”
As she relaxed against him, Obsidian couldn’t resist touching her, allowing his hands to wander over her chest, her belly, sliding lower, cupping her through the jeans she was wearing.
“I thought you were here to feed,” she said on a soft moan. “Not to play.”
“I fully intend to feed. I promise. But I see no reason not to multitask.”
Penelope dragged her hair to one side, tipped her head so that her neck was available to him. Though he had every intention of feeding from her, Obsidian had something else on his mind as well.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he worked the button on her jeans free, lowered the zipper.
Brushing his lips over her ear, Obsidian smiled. “Touching you.”
He slid his hand into her panties, seeking the warmth between her thighs. When he found it, she moaned again, spreading her legs wide, giving him access to her slick folds. He kissed her neck as he dipped one finger inside her sweet, welcoming warmth.
“Obsidian…” She rolled her hips, attempting to take his finger deeper.
He added another, teasing her, tempting her. “I want you to come on my fingers,ayreme.”
He fingered her as she rocked against his hand. There was no urgency to the ministrations, just a slow, lingering desire. While Penelope focused on what he was doing to her, Obsidian kissed her neck, licked her skin. His fangs elongated, seeking the sustenance only she could provide.
“Feed from me,” Penelope said on a soft moan, her hips grinding as she took his fingers deep within her.
He pierced her neck with his fangs, her blood warm as it filled his mouth. The power was instant, her blood fueling his strength, reigniting it. And while he tasted the sweet richness he’d grown accustomed to, there was something different about her blood. Something stronger.
“Obsidian!” she cried out, her body clamping down on his fingers as she inched closer to orgasm.
Not allowing her to wiggle out of his hold, he fingered her while feeding from her.
“Make me come,” she groaned, her body locking on his fingers even as he curled them upward, seeking that spot that would make her scream.
When he stroked her G-spot, her muscles tightened. But Obsidian wasn’t finished with her. He continued to feed, driving her to orgasm twice more before releasing her from his clutches.
She relaxed against him, panting.
“Do you feel better now?” she teased.
“Much.” He pressed his lips to her jaw and smiled to himself.
“Why are you smiling?”
