Page 61 of You Only Love Twice
Fine.His mind went hot with incandescent rage. Thrusting his fingers inside her, again and again, he wrung every last little gasp from her lying lips. "I hate you."
Her poisonous body tightened around his fingers as he brought her to the edge. "I hate every lying word that leaves those pretty lips. Every memory I have of you is poison."
Wide eyes locked on his, her fleshy lip locked between her teeth as she stifled a moan.No, you don't, said those eyes, and then he was pushing her over the edge, burying his face against her throat to hide from the truth as she screamed with pleasure.
She couldn't fake this.
And nor could he.
His heart pounded in his chest as her body milked his fingers, a spasm running all the way through her. She was gasping in air, all her weight pulling against the hand that pinned her wrists to the wall and her chest heaving against his, those soft curves melting against his hard frame. Slowly her head fell forward, her breath stirring the hair beside his ear. The pain in his head was endless—he bit down on the leather strap,screaming through a hoarse throat as waves of electric current ran through him—but he was also tearing her drawers away from her, drowning in the scent of her hot arousal. Forcing the here and now to sweep the past from his memories. He wanted oblivion, but as he cast her drawers aside, he hesitated.
Oblivion came at a price.
"Do it," Gemma breathed as he looked down and met her devilish eyes.
A price he needed to pay....
Turning and thrusting her forward over the table, Obsidian shoved the shift up over her hips and freed his aching cock from the button flap on his trousers. He could have taken her then, but something in him demanded more. He slid a hand up the curve of her spine, pinning her flat to the table even as he drove a knee between her thighs.
"Is this what you want, curse you?"
And she laughed, damn her, the sound vibrating through her back. Her voice came out husky in reply. "I always did like it a little bit rough...."
Curse her.
He found her slick wetness, rubbing the crown of his cock through it. Blood and mercy, he was dying with want of a fuck. Needed to be within her. Now.
Obsidian thrust.
Hard and deep, filling her to the hilt. Gemma gasped, tight inner muscles clamping around him as he slid his hand up her back and dug his fingers into the soft muscle just under her scalp. Her face was turned, her cheek pressed to the table. He drew back and slammed within her again, tearing a soft cry from her lips and a shudder from the table. Its legs squealed over the floor, his hips slamming into the soft flesh of her bottom. The ripple of impact drove across her thigh, and he dug his fingers into the curve of her ass. He took her with animalistic passion, driving in and out of her until she was crying out, her fingers curling helplessly across the table varnish. Pleasure choked her as she screamed.
The table hit the wall, and suddenly it couldn't go any further. Obsidian drove himself inside her, the hunger flooding through him, roaring his claim upon her as he marked it on her flesh.
"Itmeans nothing," he said hoarsely. "You mean nothing." Another hard thrust.
Gemma clenched her inner muscles.
He drove into her once more. Twice. A hot hand gripped him by the balls as orgasm exploded through him. Biting his lip, he threw his head back and pumped his pleasure inside her until he collapsed over her wilted body, drained of everything.
No more pain.
Just her. Just pleasure, twitching through his cock.
"Oh, my God," Gemma panted, her body flinching with aftershock.
Utterly spent, he wilted over her, the weight of his body crushing her to the table. Gemma gasped for breath beneath him, and he realized his weight was too heavy. Somehow he pushed away an inch, his biceps flexing. He withdrew from her body, his cock bobbing in the cold. It was almost like being plunged under icy water; the shock of it left him bereft.
Her stockinged feet hit the floor and her knees almost buckled. He captured her in his arms, half turning her. She shook like a newborn foal.
"I didn't hurt you?"
Gemma grabbed a fistful of his hair and kissed him again, softly this time. Not so much to mark his flesh, but to steal his soul.
He had to get away from her before it was too late.
Gemma staggered against the table as he let her go, her thighs slick with his seed and her shift caressing the full white globes of her breasts. Her knees quivered as she met his gaze with wide-eyed shock.
He wanted to take her again. Rut his way into her, throw her down on the bed and sink his fangs within her flesh until she screamed his name.
