Page 147 of Protected in Darkness
“With pleasure,ayreme,” he whispered, hurrying to remove her clothing even as he allowed his hands to roam over her smooth, warm skin.
She moaned softly, some of the frustration abating.
Before he could shed his own clothing, Penelope was doing the honors, on her feet as she all but ripped his shirt off. He chuckled, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside as she roughly tugged at the button of his fly.
“Careful,” he warned. “Don’t want to put him out of commission.”
“Definitely not.” She went up on her toes, pulling his head down so their mouths met.
Her kiss was intense, making his body burn with the need to be inside her.
Penelope groaned, then pulled away.
Expecting her to get on the bed, Obsidian nearly fell on top of her when she spun around and bent over the mattress, her sweet little ass beckoning him.
As much fun as that would be, he’d learned from experience their height difference made the position damn near impossible. So rather than bend her over and plunge inside her heat, Obsidian picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, following close behind.
He grabbed her hips, jerking them back toward him as he positioned his throbbing cock at her entrance, guiding himself into the heavenly warmth of her.
Penelope’s chest dropped to the mattress, hands fisting the blankets as he drove into her from behind. The sexy female made him absolutely crazy. The way she welcomed him inside her, her soft pleas spurring him on. Sometimes he had to remind himself of how fragile she was. Her spirit alluded otherwise, but his significant strength had the ability to hurt her. And when she met him thrust for thrust, it took tremendous restraint to hold himself back, refusing to cause her even minimal pain.
“Obsidian … make me come!”
He grinned at the demand in her tone, the need.
Even as he proceeded to do exactly that.
AFTERHERINTERLUDEWITHOBSIDIAN, PENELOPEHADfelt a tad guilty for leaving Asmia in her time of need. Not that she could’ve done anything to stop it. The desire had surprised her, thrown her off because she’d expected to have a bit of downtime now that Obsidian had fed from her. After all, that had been the very reason he’d been holding off.
But now that she was sated—even if only temporarily—she was on a mission to find Asmia, to help her in any way she could. Perhaps she wasn’t the right person to console her, but she couldn’t stand the thought of Asmia having to go through this alone. She’d witnessed the scene with her own two eyes. Didn’t matter that it had been a projection of Asmia’s memory, it had been so real. And a cheap shot by that damn demon as far as she was concerned.
It had taken a trek through the mansion before she located the Fae in the library. Apparently, Asmia had shut herself in, probably seeking solitude.
She considered that a moment. What if Asmia didn’t want her to interfere? Would she be overstepping? Did it really matter? Everyone needed a friend, right?
With a sigh, Penelope rapped her knuckles on the door after she inched it open and peeked inside.
“Mind if I come in?”
Asmia shrugged.
Taking that as a yes, she ventured into the room, closing the door behind her. The comforting atmosphere of the room hadn’t faded and she understood why someone would come here to be alone. Surrounded by books and words, she couldn’t think of a more tranquil place to be.
Attempting to gauge Asmia’s mood, Penelope moved around the room, taking stock of the books on the shelves. She smiled when she came to a section of J.R. Ward’s novels, another with Sherrilyn Kenyon’s. For some reason, she doubted those had been there prior to her arrival at the mansion. Then again, she knew firsthand the appeal those books held and she certainly wasn’t the only fan of those authors.
“Do you read?” she asked Asmia.
“I’ve read every book in this room,” the Fae said softly.
“Even these?” She motioned to theBlack Dagger Brotherhoodseries.
Asmia peered over, nodded. “Twice, actually.”
Penelope liked that they had that in common.
She managed to pass a few more minutes perusing the spines of the books before she made her way to the sofa. As she took a seat beside Asmia, Penelope realized she didn’t have a clue how to broach the subject. Though she wanted to think of Asmia as a friend, she wasn’t sure it was her place to intrude on something as personal as her relationship with Taayin. So, rather than launch headlong into advice, she remained silent, figuring Asmia would talk when she was ready.
“How will I ever look at him again?” Asmia finally said, the torment in her tone breaking Penelope’s heart.
