She pressed two fingers to his lips. “I don’t care. I want this. You. Not only right now, Obsidian. Please…”
Pushing forward, Obsidian breached the opening of her sex, her slick heat enveloping him, her small body stretching to accommodate his size. He didn’t look away, even as his body claimed hers in the most intimate of ways. He didn’t rush, rolling his hips forward, back, her slickness coating his cock, her body accepting him easily. She was so tight, so hot. Minutes ticked by as she relaxed, taking more of him with every shift of his hips.
And when he was buried to the hilt inside her, Obsidian dropped his head to her neck, breathed her in. Her soft fingers trailed over his back as though she was soothing him, when in reality, he was hiding the fact that his fangs had elongated, seeking the thrum of her blood beneath her skin. He didn’t want to hurt her, didn’t want to scare her, but the hunger was too great. What she stirred inside him built to impossible proportions, overwhelming him. Love, lust. For the first time in two thousand years, he could see his future. A happy one with her in it, beside him for eternity.
“Hold on to me,” he whispered in her ear, keeping his face buried in her hair. “And don’t let go.”
Her arms wreathed his neck as he withdrew from her warmth. Obsidian slid in again. In, out, his pace increased, her breaths matching his. He focused on the sensuality of it all. The need to feel her, to hear her cry out his name as he drove them both toward climax. His hips slammed forward, pushing in deep, retreating, driving in again and again. His senses were on full alert, intently focused on her every emotion. He sensed no pain, no fear, only pure, unadulterated passion.
“Obsidian…” Penelope’s arms tightened around his neck, her fingernails sensually scraping his scalp, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. “Oh, God, yes … oh, don’t stop. Please … harder.”
He growled low in his throat, slid one arm beneath her back as he hammered into her, feeling her body clamping down on his cock, drawing him closer and closer to release.
Her sharp cry pierced the night air, her sex squeezing him as she came. Obsidian gave himself over to his own release seconds later, barely managing to swallow the howl that attempted to escape.
Chapter Ten
Friday, July 26, 2019
PENELOPEWASVAGUELYAWAREOFOBSIDIANCARRYINGher into the hotel room, closing the door behind him, placing her on the bed, and crawling in beside her. Grateful he was giving her time to recover, to catch her breath and realign her thoughts, she curled up next to him, drifted in and out of consciousness until finally she felt as though she’d come back to herself.
Mostly.
Her body was sated in a way she’d never experienced before. Mentally, physically. Even emotionally. And at the same time, it hungered for Obsidian, craved more of his touch, his taste, the serenity that came with being in his arms. She could’ve spent the rest of eternity right there beside him, listening to the steady thump of his heart, the even rasp of his breaths.
According to the clock on the bedside table, she’d been out for two hours, but that didn’t surprise her. He’d played her body like a finely tuned violin, until she was little more than sensations. She’d never had an orgasm that consumed every part of her, so Penelope figured she was allowed to take some time to bask in the glory of it.
When she opened her eyes, the glow from the strip through the windows provided enough light to see Obsidian lying beside her, staring up at the ceiling. Clearly he was lost in thought, because he didn’t budge when she slid her hand over his taut stomach, memorizing the ripples of his abdomen. She’d never seen a male specimen quite as beautiful as him. His body was, for lack of a better word, perfect.
Her mind shifted to the moment he’d undressed, revealing every golden-brown ripped inch—and there were certainly a lot of those—including the long, hard, thick length of his erection. She’d honestly been at a loss for words. Never having been one to think a penis was an attractive feature on a man, she couldn’t deny Obsidian’s was a thing of beauty, perfectly proportioned to his oversized body. And while she’d expected to feel pain from penetration, it had never come, her body adjusting to accommodate him with ease.
“I smell you,” Obsidian whispered in the darkened room. “Your arousal.”
Embarrassment warmed her face, but she pretended it didn’t exist, pressing her lips to his chest. “Well, you do that to me.”
He turned his head, dropped a light kiss on her forehead. “I was hoping you’d rest for a while.”
“I did.” But now she had questions.
He sighed, as though he knew what was coming, and Penelope briefly wondered if perhaps he did. There was still that whole possible mind-reading thing she hadn’t asked him about.
His eyes were once again locked on the ceiling when he said, “Ask me anything, Penelope. Just know you might not like the answer.”
Where to start?
“What you said earlier … about me not being able to function if I was away from you. Is that true?”
“Yes.” His pectoral flexed beneath her head.
“That wasn’t your way of trying to talk me into your bed?”
He smiled, as she’d hoped he would. “No. I’m hoping you’ll be there willingly.”
Future tense, she noticed. That was a good thing, right?
Propping her head up on her hand, Penelope stared down at him as she trailed her fingers over his smooth chest. “If I can’t be away from you … well, what exactlydoesthat entail?”
Obsidian’s silver gaze turned her way. “It means you’ll have to stay with me.”
