Page 60 of You Only Love Twice
If I ever was that man.
The index finger on her other hand hooked in the top of his pants as Gemma nibbled on her soft lower lip. "You still feel the same."
He held his breath as the back of her knuckles brushed against the tented suggestion in his trousers. His hips gave an involuntary thrust.
Gemma grew bolder, stroking her knuckles up his hard length. Every aspect of her face sharpened as the hunger rose. Her own eyes darkened, until the blackness spilled across her irises like the velvety sweep of midnight. She turned her hand and cupped him, squeezing hard.
"Gemma."
She was impossible.
And he wanted her so damned much.
Obsidian grabbed hold of the back of her neck and dragged her mouth toward his. Every inch of her pressed against him as she kissed him. Finally. There was no more pain, no more voices arguing in his head. Just her. The taste of her tongue as she slicked it against his, and the sensation of her cold body as he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her up.
No more time for doubt.
No time to think.
Gemma's thighs wrapped around his waist, gripping him tightly. He staggered sideways until he felt her back hit the wall. Rocking into the vise of her thighs, he captured her mouth in a punishing kiss.Do you still love me now?It hurt, pain screaming through him as his conditioning kicked in, but he couldn't stop himself, no matter how much he tried. Soft hands raked through his hair, but he didn't want soft. Her gentleness would break him.
Capturing her fingers between his, he yanked her hands over her head, pressing the backs of her wrists to the wall. The position gave him all the power between them, and yet he knew, deep in his heart, she held the upper hand somehow.
Gemma bit his lip, drawing back to let him see the triumph in her eyes.
"Fine," he whispered, in a voice taut with suppressed hunger. Another searing streak of white left him swaying. "You want to fuck? You think that means anything to me? You think there's anything left? Then let's fuck...."
Gemma blew a strand of dark hair from her face, glaring up at him, her chest rising and falling with the force of her breath. "I know it means more to you than you'll admit. I know you too well, all your tells... and I'm willing to put it all on black—"
Put it all on black....Her laughter sliced through him, her arm draped around his neck as she urged his hand forward across the green baize. "Do it," she'd whispered in his ear, nipping the fleshy lobe there. "Put it all on black, darling. I know we'll win. Together we're invincible."
He'd... forgotten about that.
Obsidian blinked his way back from the past, staring into her eyes now. The fierce challenge that gleamed in those stormy depths was irresistible. She thought she had him. She was prepared to risk everything on this one move.
The electric lash of conditioning seared him again. He slid his fingers from hers, capturing her wrists. His touch wasn't kind. And he thrust into the vee of her hips, pinning her to the wall with his hard body, almost moaning as his erection dug into her belly. A subtle shift of his hips, and then he was riding over the small nubbin between her thighs.
"Yes," Gemma gasped, tilting her throat back and revealing the slim column there. The pulse thumping beside it.
Heat filled his mouth, his lip curling as the sound of her heartbeat began to overwhelm him.
Then he could no longer deny himself. He bit her. There. Teeth sinking into soft skin as she gasped and jerked and ground herself against him. He wanted her hot blood in his mouth, but if he took that step he didn't think he could come back from it. He kept his bite light enough to sting, not deep enough to penetrate.
Gemma cried out, as if the sensation lashed through her.
The scent of her arousal drove him wild. He wasn't thinking anymore. Pain came in surges, whiteness blinding him again and again. But the sensation of her body began to sink through, to penetrate the oblivion. Obsidian yanked her shift up in a crumpled mess about her hips, cupping her between the legs and earning a sharp inhale from her. "This doesn't change a damned thing. And maybe you're willing toput it all on black, but you're not the only one who can take risks here."
"I remember the first time you took me." She gasped as he rubbed the heel of his palm against her pussy, and then began to stroke her through her drawers. Gemma bit her lip as he worked her. "I remember making love—"
"You were my enemy," he snarled, working his fingers through her drawers and shoving two of them inside her. Hot, wet heat enveloped him, making him shudder for a second. He forced the weakness away as he curled his fingers, stroking her inside. "You seduced me because you wanted to destroy me. And all we ever did was fuck."
Shocked eyes met his, her body clenching around him as he brutally crushed his thumb against her clit and began to work her there.
"Prove it," she said.
Gemma writhed, and he took immense pleasure in the unmasked emotions that ruined her pretty face. She couldn't hide how much she wanted him now. Nor could she pretend he wasn't working her body like a well-oiled machine.
"Prove that"—a gasp—"all I ever meant to you was this."
