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He passed over a syringe. Obsidian stared at it, nodded. “Fine, but let the record show I’m not happy about it.”
Then again, he would do anything to ease Penelope’s pain. Right now, it seemed as though he didn’t have much of a choice.
Taayin nodded, then disappeared before Obsidian did.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
FEELINGASTHOUGHHERENTIREBODYWASweighed down, Penelope fought to lift her head, tried to peer around. She could see the shutters were closed, which meant night had turned to day, but she wasn’t sure how many had passed.
“Obsidian?”
“I’m here,ayreme. Right here.”
Turning toward the sound of his voice, she noticed he was sitting in a chair beside the bed, watching over her. He looked exhausted, as though he’d been holding vigil for months, but she desperately hoped that wasn’t the case.
“How long have I been out?”
“Roughly ten hours.”
Okay, good. Not too long, anyway.
He reached for something. A glass. Water.
Her scratchy throat burned with the need for it even as he placed the straw against her lips. Blessed relief came as she sucked the chilled liquid down, draining the glass.
“What’s going on? Why am I so tired?”
The words were barely out when the sexual longing slammed into her, brutally painful in its intensity. She moaned, drawing her legs up, trying to ease the ache that resided there, her need for Obsidian overwhelming her. Oddly enough, tears formed, the desire too much for her overtaxed body and mind to handle.
Then she remembered. The incessant need. No matter what they did, it wasn’t easing off. The instant she was sated, it would flare up again, more intense until she was consumed by a throbbing, desperate ache.
Penelope was barely aware of Obsidian stripping out of his clothes, joining her on the bed. Her limbs were weak, but she seemed to draw strength from him. As his body covered hers, she managed to lift her arms, pulling him down to her.
Obsidian pressed his lips to a tear as it slid down her cheek.
“I’m so sorry,ayreme.”
“It’s not your fault.”
The look on his face said he didn’t agree with her.
“I love you, Penelope,” he whispered softly, his eyes beginning to glow.
She could feel his pain as though it was her own. A deep, throbbing ache in her chest. He hated to see her in pain as much as she hated to see him in pain. Right now, it was a vicious, never-ending cycle.
As he settled over her, Penelope stared into his beautiful eyes, watched the silver churn even as they became glassy with what she assumed were unshed tears.
“What’s wrong?”
“Tell me you love me, Penelope,” he whispered.
“Of course I do.”
His hips shifted as he guided himself inside her, pushing in deep.
The friction provided blessed relief, his warm body the blanket of security she needed.
