Her eyes met his and Obsidian felt as though she was attempting to peer into his soul. Her smooth hand curled around his neck, pulling him down to her. When her lips pressed to his, all thoughts of a slow seduction slipped away. Then again, they’d pretty much left that in the past since her arrival here at the mansion, and he couldn’t say he was disappointed.
Their lips melded together, his tongue slipping into her mouth, seeking the warmth of hers. She was eager, hungry, and as always, he vowed to give her everything she needed and then some. Obsidian felt her fingertips caressing his bare abdomen when she slipped under his T-shirt. Only because he wanted to watch her undress him did he release her mouth. The way her eyes shimmered with heat when she revealed his chest, her hands grazing his skin, it was enough to have his heartbeat speeding up, his cock rock hard.
Rather than rush her, Obsidian urged her to explore. She closed the distance between them, her lips grazing his chest, teasing, tasting.
She nudged the cotton. “Take this off.”
In the work of a moment, he had the T-shirt over his head, tossed to the floor, forgotten.
Her gold eyes glittered when she looked up at him once more. “It’s my turn.”
“For?”
“To seduce you.”
He held her stare. “Ayreme, you don’t have to work at it. I’m already under your spell.”
That seemed to please her, but it wasn’t diverting her from her goal.
Not that he had any intention of stopping her. The female made him burn in ways no other ever could.
Obsidian inhaled sharply when her fingertips dipped into the waistband of his jeans, her lips grazing his stomach. Lust burned like hot coals deep inside him when she unhooked the button, lowered the zipper.
The sexy female took his hand, led him over to the sofa.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered, feeling her hesitance. “Please don’t stop.”
It took effort not to reach for her, but Obsidian managed. His fingers itched to touch her, but he wanted to feel her hands on him more.
His jeans fell to his ankles seconds before Penelope urged him to sit. He dropped to the cushion, his eyes never leaving her.
“Take off the dress,” he urged, toeing off his boots so he could free himself from the denim shackles.
While she slipped the straps of her sundress down her shoulders, Obsidian kept his attention on her while he removed the rest of his clothes, enraptured by her every movement. There was an innocence in her, and he fucking loved that he was her first in so many ways.
She teased him, keeping her breasts covered.
“Show me.”
It was evident she’d never performed a striptease, but it didn’t matter. Her natural grace was all that was necessary to have him riveted. Her slender fingers peeled the dress downward, revealing her rosy pink nipples. Obsidian licked his lips, desperate to take them in his mouth, to taste her.
“Keep going. I want to see all of you.”
Penelope released the thin fabric of her dress, allowing it to slide down over her slim hips, her sexy legs, before pooling on the floor at her feet.
Once she was clad only in a tiny scrap of white lace covering her sex, his amsouelot stepped closer. He could sense her nerves, so he helped her out, reaching for her hand and pulling her forward. She straddled his thighs, her hands resuming their caress of his chest, his shoulders. Her lips finally returned to his, and Obsidian let her lead the kiss, waiting until her tongue slipped into his mouth.
Gripping her hips, he pulled her closer, his erection grinding against the heat between her thighs.
Penelope moaned softly, the sweet, sensual sound driving him out of his ever-loving mind.
With absolutely no finesse, he ripped the scrap of lace, removing it quickly.
He growled when she fisted his cock.
Her eyes shot up to his face. “Do you like that?”
Overwhelmed by pleasure, he could only grunt. Her smooth hand caressed him from root to tip, slowly, reverently. In an effort to show her she wouldn’t hurt him, he put his hand over hers, gently squeezed, tightening her grip on him. His cock pulsed, the need growing more rapidly.
Obsidian groaned, his hips shifting forward of their own volition, desperately needing more.
“Take me inside you,” he growled, hungry for the feel of her wrapped around him.
And when she sank down on his cock, his mind was obliterated. He was consumed by her in every way. Her smooth skin against his palms, her sweet lips on his, those sexy little mewls as he rolled his hips, burying his cock in her slick heat.
By then, he was past the point of seduction.
He worked her on him, pulling her hips forward, sliding them back. Their breaths rasped between them, as sensations outranked skill.
Penelope sat up, her eyes meeting his as he slid deep inside her before retreating by shifting her hips back. Again and again, seconds felt like minutes, minutes like days. He was so fucking lost in her, Obsidian knew he wouldn’t survive without her.
He thought back to their conversation in the theater, when Penelope had admitted she wanted to have babies. He’d thought about it endlessly since then. Every moment he spent with her had him eager for the day to come when he could put a baby inside her.
“Obsidian…” She groaned, her head tipping back.
His gaze fell to her neck, his fangs descending at the thought of sinking into her vein. He hungered for her in a way that scared him. Bloodlust wasn’t something his kind endured, but right that moment, he got a glimpse of what it could be like.
Thankfully, she distracted him when her hands shifted to her breasts. Obsidian watched her caressing her flesh as he pumped into her. Deeper, faster. Shifting his hand, he pressed his thumb against her clit, working her higher and higher as she moved over him.
“So beautiful,” he groaned, feeling his own release threatening.
He slowed her down, not wanting the moment to end.
Her eyes opened, returning to his. They stared for long moments, their bodies intimately joined.
“You undo me, ayreme.”
Her hands curled over his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as once again his control snapped. Obsidian drove up into her, jerking her forward, filling her. And when she cried out his name, he lost it. With one deep thrust, he held her to him, his cock pulsing inside her.
They both fought to catch their breaths, Penelope relaxing against him. He slid his hand over her back, moving beneath the silk of her hair, holding her close, never wanting to let her go.
It was in those moments when they were as close as two could be that Obsidian knew he would spend the rest of eternity with her, despite his darkest fears. There were things he had yet to tell his amsouelot about the lintamair, things he was having a difficult time coming to terms with, but he knew in the end, he would persevere because there were no other options.
AFTER THE SENSUAL ENCOUNTER WITH OBSIDIAN IN the main-floor office, Penelope snuck back up to his private quarters and showered, although she wasn’t sure why she even bothered. Before the night was over, she knew she’d need another one. At the rate she and Obsidian were going, she’d be in his arms in the very near future.
Thanks to the strange phenomenon he referred to as amnigh, they had sex several times, night and day, didn’t matter. The intensity and frequency of the heat was getting more powerful, overwhelming at times. But Penelope was doing her best to pretend otherwise, to act like it was no big deal, when in reality, it was a bit overwhelming. Hence the reason she’d seduced him in the office. It had been an attempt to head it off at the pass, give a little bit of a reprieve before it hit her again.
She’d been doing that for the past couple of days, ensuring Obsidian didn’t have to race to her rescue. According to him, there was a reprieve to be had once he fed from her, but since he’d made it clear he didn’t want to, she was being stubborn about it.
Granted, she knew he wasn’t feeding from Acadia often. Abo
ut once every three days, and she could always tell when he’d put it off for too long. He thought he was covering it well, but she knew.
And yes, it bothered her that he felt he needed to protect her in that manner, but aside from demanding he feed from her, Penelope didn’t know what to do about it.
After her shower, she made her way to the second floor, searching for her brother. Oliver had been avoiding her since their last heated argument, when Obsidian had intervened, and she couldn’t necessarily blame him. She understood his frustration. He was a prisoner in this house, even if everyone was doing their best to be hospitable. The fact that Obsidian had done something to ensure Oliver couldn’t step outside of the mansion had removed his free will.
Penelope stopped in the doorway of the pool room, watched Oliver line up a shot, take it.
When he stood, his gaze traveled in her direction, stopping when he noticed her. He snagged the chalk, rubbed it on the end of his stick.
“Am I violating some rule?” he snapped. “Humans not allowed to play pool?”
“You know you’re not,” she told him as she moved into the room, made her way over to one of the bar-height stools. “I’m a bit surprised to see you in here, that’s all.”
“Yeah, well. I got tired of staring at the walls in that room.”
“You have to admit, they’re nice walls.”
The look he gave her probably should’ve singed her skin.
“Look, Oliver. I’m sorry you were dragged into this mess.”
“Are you?” he hissed, spinning to face her. “Do you really fucking care that my entire life has been upended because you’ve got a new boyfriend who thinks he’s king of the goddamn world?”
“That’s a bit dramatic, even for you, Oliver.”
“Fuck you,” he grumbled, turning his attention back to the pool table. “I still haven’t seen any proof that Seraphina’s what they claim she is.”
“Do you really want to?” she countered hotly. “You want her to show you her demon face?”
He glared at her over his shoulder. “No, I want some proof that what your boyfriend says is true.”
“It’s true,” she insisted.
He stood tall, moved around the table. “And you know this how? Because he said so?”
“I believe him, Oliver. Everything he says.”
“Why?”
“Because he can’t lie to me.”
Oliver snorted. “You’re too naive for your own good.”
Perhaps, but she did know it to be true because she’d tested the theory in reverse. Just the other day, she’d purposely placed her hairbrush in the closet, then asked Obsidian to get it for her. No matter how hard she tried to tell him she’d left it in the bathroom, she couldn’t get the words out. It was impossible to lie to him, even when it was trivial.
Not that it mattered. Oliver wouldn’t believe her anyway. He never did.
With a heavy sigh, Penelope got to her feet, then started back to the doorway before remembering why she’d come up here in the first place. She turned to look at Oliver.
“Not that you care, but Gryffyth asked me to ask you if you wanted to go out with them. They’re hitting up some club in Telluride. They claim they need a break from the house.”
Oliver’s eyes were skeptical when he looked her way. “Are you going?”
She shook her head. She had no desire to go to a club.
“Then yes, I’ll go.”
She considered calling him out on what his problem was with her, but found she had no desire to hash it out with him. She was too damn tired to fight, and his emotions were already wreaking havoc on hers. Being around Oliver had always been difficult.
“I’ll let him know. I think he said they’re heading out in an hour or so.”
Not surprisingly, Oliver said nothing more, so Penelope started toward the stairs, only to come face-to-face with Obsidian.
“Were you eavesdropping?” she teased.
The thin line of his lips reflected his concern as he watched her.
“It’s fine,” she told him, knowing he could read her mind if he wanted. “Oliver’s just being Oliver. Hopefully we’ll get this all taken care of soon enough and he can go home.”
That was the first time she hadn’t included herself in that statement.
For the past several days, she’d gone so far as to plan what she would do when she got back home, back to her regular scheduled life. It had taken effort to think about being away from Obsidian, but she’d figured that was going to be inevitable. Her home was in Vegas.
But it was then that she realized she was already home. Wherever Obsidian was, regardless of what issues stood between them, she was home as long as she was with him.
When she met Obsidian’s gaze, his expression changed. Softened.
“You’re reading my thoughts,” she whispered.
The next thing she knew, Penelope crashed into the enormous man who smelled like sin in a bottle. When he gripped her shoulders, holding her firmly, she swallowed the sigh, fisting the front of his T-shirt, not caring that she was wrinkling it.
He stared down at her, those silver eyes fierce with the hunger that echoed inside her. It made no sense, this overwhelming desire, even if Obsidian could explain it away with a story about amnigh. This was more than a mere physical desire. It was deeper than a chemical release in the brain. No man had ever made her feel like this, and surprisingly, she didn’t want to dissect it. She simply wanted Obsidian to love her, from now until the end of time.
“You are home,” he whispered harshly. “With me. That’s home, ayreme.”
“I know.”
“Then stop thinking about leaving me.” There was a hint of pain in his tone. “I need you.”
She knew that, too, because she needed him the same way.
“I love you, Obsidian.” She was panting, gripping his shirt in her fists, trying to get closer, although it was impossible. “So much, it scares me.”
“Don’t fight it,” he whispered.
“I’m not. I can’t.” She gripped his shirt tighter. “I just want to be with you. Every second, every day. It’s all happening so fast, but … I want this. I don’t know why.”
“I do,” he said softly, his voice a rough grind against her senses.
Penelope knew he was going to kiss her before it happened. She welcomed it, ached for it. When his mouth settled on hers, all thought fled. The only thing she could focus on was the way his tongue slid past her lips, danced against hers.
It started slow. An exquisite melding of mouths, languid, steady.
Obsidian growled low in his throat, and it spurred the need, driving her lust to a flash point.
The ascent into nuclear wasn’t gradual, they simply soared. He growled again, gripped her hair, winding it around his big fist. It was such a forceful thing to do, so brutally assertive, commanding, she found her knees weakening. Obsidian didn’t hurt, he controlled, commanded, holding her head still as he plundered her mouth. She moaned, gripping his shoulders, the needy ache between her legs intensifying.
As many times as they’d come together over the past couple of weeks, something felt different about this.
“Obsidian, please…” She found his neck with her mouth, desperate to taste more of him, to urge him to keep going. She was blinded by her craving for him, incapable of thinking beyond how good he felt against her, how she wanted to feel him inside her. It was as though she’d known this man her entire life. Her body created specifically for his. Two magnets. North and south poles attracting, the magnetic force inevitable. They would be together.
Obsidian jerked her head back, their mouths separating, his lips hovering over hers. Penelope stared up into those molten silver eyes and willed him to see everything she felt, everything she craved, to find a way to satisfy it.
He growled again, almost a plea, but she was at a loss.
They shared the same air as she grew bolder, tugging his shirt up, wanting to feel his warm skin
against her palms. She didn’t even care that they were standing in the hallway, that her brother was in the very next room. It didn’t matter. Nothing did.
While Penelope was trapped in his hungry gaze, she freed the button on Obsidian’s jeans, moved on to the zipper. His breaths were sawing in and out of his lungs as though he was trying to hold back. Blessedly, he pulled his shirt off, giving her lips a place to go. She kissed his smooth chest, licked, teased. The dark taste of him spurred her to continue. Just as she was about to reach into his jeans, his hand snapped around her wrist.
“My turn,” he commanded softly.
“Your turn,” she confirmed, her lungs burning from exertion.
His hands were on her ass, squeezing roughly, jerking her to him.
“I need you, Obsidian. More than I’ve ever needed anything.”
Obsidian slid his hands down her thighs, gripped firmly, and lifted her off her feet. Her back met the smooth wall seconds before his lips slammed over hers. The deep rumble in his chest was animalistic, dark thunder. Her legs wrapped around his hips, trying to get closer.
“I want everything,” he commanded roughly, his words laced with gravel, as though they’d been ripped from his throat.
Penelope was vaguely aware of him walking, ascending the stairs to the third floor. She heard the distinct sound of the security panel.
“Everything,” she promised, not even knowing what that meant.
The door opened. They stepped inside. That was as far as they made it when her back once again met the wall. She held his head as he bruised her lips with his, felt his hand move between them, was acutely aware of what he was doing, willing him to hurry. She thrust her tongue against his, her lungs burning as air became scarce. Still she couldn’t get close enough.
She heard something rip, realized it was her panties. She didn’t even have time to care that he’d left part of them intact, hanging loosely from one thigh. He shifted, impaling her on his thick erection. Penelope cried out, her head dropping back as overwhelming pleasure crashed into her, driving the remaining air from her lungs as her insides coiled into an electrical storm of sensation.
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