Page 62 of Protected in Darkness
“Obsidian, please…”
“Tell me,” he ordered, kissing the inside of her thigh.
“Make me come,” she pleaded.
Drawing her clit between his lips, Obsidian flicked the bundle of nerves with his tongue, driving her higher and higher, this time not stopping until her body drew up tight and she cried out his name.
Crawling back over her, he smiled as she sucked in air.
“No one’s ever… I’ve never…” When she looked up at him, dazed and sated, her smile warmed every inch of him.
“No one’s ever what?” He needed to hear her say it.
“Licked me … intimately. Like that.”
That admission provoked his possessive instinct. He wanted to be the first of so many things for her.
While she worked his T-shirt up his torso, Obsidian sealed his lips to hers, allowed her to taste herself on his tongue, loving the way she purred, her hands roaming when she revealed skin.
“I want to feel you,” she whispered. “All of you. Against all of me.”
Obsidian pulled back, stared down into those glittering gold eyes.
“I’m yours, Obsidian. All yours.”
Pushing up onto his knees, he reached behind his neck, pulled the cotton over his head, and tossed it in the direction of her robe. A minute later, he’d stripped off everything else, once more hovering over her, his larger body covering her smaller one.
“You’re so”—her eyes skimmed over his chest—“beautiful.”
He wasn’t sure that was a word anyone would use to describe him, but the approval he saw in her eyes was all he needed.
The sneaky female slid her hand down, curling her cool fingers around his cock, drawing a hiss out of him. Obsidian had to close his eyes, not wanting her to see the powerful glow that ignited from the emotion plowing through him. It took a moment, but he managed to rein himself in enough so that he could open them once more.
“Condom?” she asked, her voice soft, hesitant.
He didn’t want any barriers between them and not only because they were futile. He couldn’t contract any human diseases, and as an angel, there were none he could pass along to her. And as long as she was human, Obsidian was unable to impregnate her.
Not that she knew any of that.
He shook his head. “No barriers. I need to feel you.”
She nodded, trusting him though she had no reason to.
When she guided the head of his cock to the slick heat between her thighs, Obsidian drew his hips back, held her gaze. The desire to drive deep inside her was overwhelming, held back by sheer will.
“You need to know something first,” he ground out. “What you were feeling earlier … the painful loss…”
Penelope nodded.
“Once we do this … once I come inside you … being apart from me will be unbearable, Penelope. You need to know that. You won’t be able to function.”
Her hand cupped his face. “I don’t want to be apart from you.”
He inhaled sharply, the admission more than he expected, but he knew she didn’t fully understand. It was quite literal. When they were apart, at least until they were fully mated, she would feel the loss with his absence as would he with hers.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she pleaded. “I need you, Obsidian. Please…”
“I’m serious,” he warned. “What you felt earlier is only a fraction of what it’ll feel like—”
