Page 97 of You Only Love Twice
"Shhh," Gemma whispered, pressing her fingertips to his lips. "It all makes a perfect sort of sense. Your face was so blank I thought everything had been a lie. I thought you'd played me for a fool."
"Everything... in my head. It's a mess. Nothing makes sense. I don't know what is real."
Gemma captured his wrist, her expression gentle as she lifted his hand to the center of her chest. "This is real," she whispered.
His palm splayed across her smooth skin, feeling the kick of her heartbeat beneath the skin.
She lifted on her toes, brushing her mouth against his, her breath stirring his sensitive lips. "Thisis real."
Taking his hand, she slid it sideways to cup the curve of her breast. "And this is real."
His mouth softened under hers, thumb stroking the smooth slope of her breast as his tongue brushed against hers.
He needed her so much right now. The world was spinning off its axis, her words echoing in his head,please help me stop them.
But she didn't understand.
He couldn't help her, when he might be the very tool used against her.
A single spoken phrase, and perhaps he'd be staring down the line of a pistol again, without even seeing her on the other end of it. He knew what Richter and Ghost did to him. There was no point hoping he could fight it, when he damned well hadn't been able to in the past.
What the hell was he going to do?
If Ghost accepted his terms and spared Gemma's life in exchange for him returning to the fold, then she'd never forgive him for what happened to her friends. He couldn't flee without her, leaving her to face certain death at the hands of his brethren.
And he couldn't force her to run with him, for she'd never forgive him.
No matter where he looked there was no answer.
Only the feel of Gemma's mouth beneath his, anchoring him to the world; the heat of her body stealing through him until it began to melt even the frozen vestiges of his own heart.
This. This was all they had.
Obsidian slammed her against the wall, pinning her hands to the brick above her head. Harsh gasps tore through her, leaving her breasts straining. His gaze dipped lower, drawn unbidden to the heaving globes.
She's always been your weakness, Ghost's voice whispered, and he wasn't certain if it was the neural implant or not, messing with his head.
Obsidian's mouth found hers in the darkness, trying to gain some clarity. Gemma bit him sharply.
His fist curled in her skirts. He wanted to tear them up, to search beneath them for the wet, slick heat he was sure to find. Instead he coaxed them, inch by inch, letting the anticipation build as he met her eyes. His knuckles brushed against her inner thigh, sweet torture that stirred the raging heat within him. So soft. An unconscious caress he began to direct, turning his thumb into her flesh and letting it rasp dangerously close to her hip, toying with the thin lace that hemmed the edge of her drawers.
Gemma's dangerous mouth parted, her lips shaping around a soft moan—
"You ruin me," she whispered.
The words cut through him like a knife. He closed his eyes, concentrated on the sensation of her skin beneath his.
A kiss to her throat as she arched her neck to allow him access. His gums ached, the points of his vampiric canines feeling like they lengthened as he saw her pulse kick.
But blood was not the only thing he wanted from her tonight.
He wanted all of her.
Obsidian went to one knee, lifting her heel to his thigh. The slit of split skirts draped across her knee, and he shoved them up so he could see the fine silk of her stockings.
When his knuckles grazed the inside of her thigh, goose bumps pebbled across her skin.
He kissed her knee. Her leather garter, where her thigh holsters hung. Slipped the remaining sai from its sheath.
