Obsidian(101)

They were alone in his room. The locks clicked into place, the distinctive sound loud. He spun away from the door, took four long steps and halted. She grunted when he dumped her onto the couch, not really gentle about it. It was a soft landing but hard enough to knock a hard breath from her lungs.

Obsidian stood over her looking anything but calm or reserved when she focused on his face. His lips were parted, fangs showed and his eyes were narrowed on her. “Alli.”

He said her name in a way that made her uncertain if she should be afraid or happy. The husky tenor was certainly filled with emotion. She just wasn’t sure which one. Anger or passion?

“Stand up.”

She shifted a little to sit upright and used the couch arm to push to a standing position. Her knees managed to hold her when she put weight on her legs. He was close enough to touch if she reached out a few inches but she just tilted her chin up to peer at his face.

“Strip.”

Her mind blanked, refused to work, then his demand sank in. “What?”

He dipped his head a little closer. “Take off your clothes.”

Her mouth hung open, that being the last thing she’d expected him to say.

“Do it or I’ll rip them off you.” His breathing increased as his broad chest rose and fell faster. “My control is at the limit.”

She remained motionless, trying to make sense of what was going on. He’d ignored her, carried her off to his room, and now wanted her naked. One word slipped out. “Why?”

“It would be difficult to spin you around, bend you over the back of the couch and fuck you otherwise.”

She sank back down on the couch when her knees turned to jelly. Obsidian crouched in front of her. “Do you want me taking you this way?” His gaze lowered down her body, hesitating over her breasts but focusing on the vee of her thighs. “I am hungry.”

Alli reached out and her fingertips brushed his face. He looked up. A hundred questions filled her mind. She was confused, not sure where to even start. His mouth tightened into a white line and his hands gripped the edges of the cushions on both sides of her hips.

“I understand.” His eyes closed. “Slow down. Too fast,” he growled. His eyes opened and his tone changed, sounded calmer. “Did I say I missed you?”

It seemed as if a thousand pounds lifted off her chest. That confession was one of the best things she’d ever heard. He hadn’t forgotten about her after all. She was pretty sure he’d been talking to himself more than her when he’d closed his eyes. It meant they were both nervous.

“You did?”

His eyes closed again as his nose flared, inching closer while he tilted his head. Is he going to kiss me? Her heart pounded and she licked her lips in anticipation. Obsidian’s face buried against her throat at the side, breathing her in as his nose nuzzled her skin. A soft groan came from him.

“You still smell of food,” he rasped. “Do you know how often I ate French toast just to be reminded of you?”

Her hand slid into his hair, stroking the silky mass as her other hand gripped one broad shoulder. He pressed tighter against her body, his chest firm and solid. She wanted to cling to him and only resisted for a second before she hugged him tightly, both arms sliding around his back.

“They sent you away,” he rasped. “It drove me insane.” His nose rubbed the column of her throat, one hand slipping behind her back to pull her flush against him. “I’ve needed you.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “So much. Every single day.”

Obsidian bumped against her knee and she spread her thighs to allow him to wedge his hips between them. He really was bigger, the weight he’d put on over the months wasn’t just visible, she could feel it. That wasn’t the only thing that seemed bigger. The rigid press of his cock nudged against her pussy.

“You smell so good. So mine.”

His warm breath gave her the good kind of chills as it fanned across her skin with every breath he took. She regretted not removing her clothes when he’d ordered her to, hating the barriers between them. All she wanted was to be skin to skin with him.

“Let me go.”

“No.” He pulled her closer. “Never.”

“I want you.”

Those three words had a powerful effect on him. Air filled his chest enough to crush it against hers when he sharply inhaled and a rumbled growl was the sexiest thing she’d heard in three months. The hand on the small of her back dug lower until he cupped her ass, jerking her more firmly against his cock.

Alli softly moaned when his hips rocked, rubbing against her clit with the drag of his long, hard shaft. Even clothes couldn’t deter the pleasure. He grinded against her in a slow, steady pace that drove all thoughts from her mind. Her hands fisted his shirt, clawing at it, seeking skin.