Page 98 of You Only Love Twice
"Are you trying to disarm me?" Gemma whispered, a sultry look in her eyes as she sank one hand through his hair.
His cupped palm slid up the back of her other thigh, finding the second weapon. It hit the floor with a steely clang. "Perhaps I don't want to take out an eye."
"Mmm." Her fingers clenched in his hair. "Whatever would you be doing between my thighs that would endanger your beautiful face?"
"This." He breathed across her skin as his lips skated up her thigh. One tug of the soft leather strap circling her thigh, and the holster hung loose. The second one fell to his conquering touch.
Gemma's breath caught as he hooked his fingers under her drawers and tugged them lower. She lifted her heel from his knee just enough to let them slide to the floor before he replaced it. Supple leather caressed her calf, giving way to the gossamer silk of her stockings. But beneath the fall of her skirts she was bare, and they both knew it.
Obsidian turned his face into the musky depths of her inner thighs, suckling the skin there, laving it with his tongue. One hand clenched in the sleek muscle of her ass, and he glanced up from beneath his lashes as he let her feel the rasp of his teeth—and his intentions.
A breathless moment stretched out as he waited for her to decide.
He'd been dreaming of marking her beautiful skin for days. His cock clenched at the thought.
Gemma stroked her hand through his hair, her chest rising and falling, her eyes glazed with black as her own hunger woke. "Do it." A smoky whisper.
Obsidian sank his teeth into her.
Gemma cried out, her fist locking in his hair, but it wasn't pain he heard in her voice. Shock, perhaps. Then her blood flooded his mouth, and he lost himself to the sensation of claiming her.
All these years he'd wanted to brand himself on her skin, but he'd never dared. He could remember that, at least.
A blue blood's saliva held chemicals within it that could bring a woman—or man—to release. His was no different.
Suckling hard, he heard the shocked sounds as her body began to tighten. Gemma's hands captured the sides of his head. "Dmitri," she breathed, throwing her head back with abandon. "Please. Oh,God."
Gemma's fingers curled into fists in his hair. Finding the wet slit of her, he brushed his knuckles against her clitoris. Again. And again. Echoing the pull of his mouth, until her wetness slicked over his fingers. Obsidian worked two of his fingers inside her, setting his thumb into place as he fucked her with his hand. His thumb found her hot and swollen. Rightthere. Her body tightened around him, as she gasped and tried to grab onto the wall above her head with one hand.
A soft cry stole from her full mouth.
Gemma embraced pleasure as if she'd been made for it, completely unabashed in her glory. It stole his entire attention. This was no longer about his pleasure, despite the raging need of his erection. Wiping his mouth, he licked the faint marks to heal them, his pulse throbbing in his ears as he withdrew his fingers from her slick body.
"Dmitri," she begged. "Don't you dare stop."
"Wasn't planning to."
And then he claimed her ass in both hands, and captured her sweet pussy with his mouth, spearing his tongue inside her. Her skirts fell around his head, and Gemma screamed as he worked her clitoris with hot lashing strokes of his tongue. Her hips bucked violently, and he could hear her begging. Not for release this time, but mercy.
Breathing hard, he withdrew, though he had no plans for mercy. Not this time.
It was all he could do to restrain himself, to hold her up as she shuddered.
"Gemma," he whispered.
"Still alive," she breathed, her passion-flushed eyes meeting his. A sudden smile radiated across her face. "Barely."
That smile sank into his heart like an arrow.
Gemma was a light in the darkness, the sun itself, breathing warmth through him until he could almost remember what it felt like to be a man.
Letting her skirts fall as she collapsed against the wall, he stood, his hands caressing the dangerous curves of her body.
"You are mine," he whispered.
No matter what he had to do, he could not walk away from her.
Not this time.
