She did.
“Keep your eyes on mine,” he ordered, his hips pumping as he thrust into her hand. “I want you to see me, Penelope. All of me.”
Not sure what he was getting at, she didn’t release him, her other hand gliding over the muscles in his arm, feeling them shift and bunch as he rocked his hips forward.
“When I’m with you, Penelope, I feel like I belong somewhere. For the first time in my life.”
She knew the feeling.
“I know you suspect it,” he whispered. “That I’m something other than human. It’s true, although what created you and what created me are the same.”
Perhaps she was too curious to be concerned, but she didn’t dwell on the former part of the statement. Only the latter. “Who? God?”
Obsidian nodded. “And I know you’re meant to be mine because just being in your presence … you speak to my soul.”
Her breath locked in her throat when his glowing silver eyes began to brighten, beams of light extending outward. It was hard to decipher at first, but the longer she remained locked in his gaze, the brighter they became until the silver hue consumed the entire room.
Oddly, it didn’t scare her. Nothing about him scared her.
“Are you making me feel that way?” she asked. “Controlling my emotions?”
“No.”
There was something darkly erotic about him in that moment.
“My emotions do this … make my eyes glow,” he admitted. “Youdo this to me. Not just when you touch me. When you look at me, speak to me.”
Penelope glided her hand over his shoulder, feeling the tension. He was holding himself back.
“Put me inside you,” he growled as he shifted his hips, allowing her to guide him between her legs.
She expected him to drive into her in one rough thrust, but he didn’t. Obsidian gently pushed forward, filling her inch by devastating inch, her body softening, growing slicker with every delicious thrust. The hair on her arms prickled as the glorious sensations consumed every nerve ending. She’d never been one to care much for sex, but she was already addicted to Obsidian, was positive she would never get enough of him.
An eternity wouldn’t even be enough.
“Your body needs mine,” he said smoothly. “Mine needs yours. But this connection … it’s not purely physical.”
It wasn’t. She knew that.
Reaching up, Penelope touched his face, sliding her palm against his smooth cheek. His glowing eyes remained on hers as he moved inside her, long, deep strokes.
Suddenly, his upper lip curled back, her gaze dropping to his teeth. Before her eyes, his canines grew longer.
Fangs.
Obsidian had fangs.
She felt him then, penetrating every part of her. Not only her body but her mind. He’d slipped inside.
“I’m not scared of you,” she assured him, somehow knowing he needed to hear that.
Chills coursed through her, as though she was becoming one with him. Penelope needed to be closer. He stared down as though seeking her approval. Her knees locked over his hips as she reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her, desperate to feel his body covering hers as she gave herself over to him.
“Penelope…” His voice sounded tortured as he buried his face against her neck.
Shifting her head to the side, she offered herself up to him.
“No,” he growled softly.
