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We may not be kissing, but there’s something intimate about what we’re doing. We haven’t spoken a word, but our bodies are speaking a language all their own under the glow of one flickering candle.

My strokes become longer, more forceful as I work her under my fingers until she’s a wild, keening mess, desperate for what only I’m giving her.

The telltale tingle starts in my spine and centers in my groin, drawing up my balls. I apply more pressure until she detonates, stiffening and crying out. Her pussy milks my cock, and I bite her shoulder, unable to stop myself.

Neither of us moves or says a word, and after long minutes, I soften inside her and hear her breathing return to a relaxed rhythm as she falls back asleep.

I don’t have the strength to leave as I probably should. Instead, I wrap one arm around her waist and drift off to sleep too.

Chapter

Twenty

ARIANA

Iwake hours later with Obsidian’s mouth between my legs.

Instinctively, my hand dives into the waves of the brown strands on top of his head, and he groans in approval when I tighten my grip. The morning light is just beginning to seep in through the windows, so I have a wonderful view of this god of a man between my legs.

My panties are gone, so he must have taken them off at some point after we had sex. The knowledge that he spilled inside me earlier and is now tasting the combination of our arousal is somehow hotter than if it were just me he was tasting.

He pushes two fingers into my depth while his tongue works magic on my clit. I’m so close to coming already that I have to wonder how long I stayed asleep after he started. When his fingers work me, it’s less than a minute before my back arches off the mattress, and I climax. Obsidian’s sure to lap up every drop before he kisses the inside of my thigh.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when Obsidian explained his kink to me, other than that I was willing to see what I thought of it. But now that I’ve experienced it twice, I realize I like it more than I would have imagined.

The idea of being at this man’s mercy, that he can take me whenever he sees fit, but knowing in my gut that he wouldn’t hurt me, is a major turn-on. I know that every night when I go to bed from now on, I’ll be wondering, “Is this the night he’s going to visit me?”

He plops down beside me, resting his head in his hand and looking at me. “Good morning.”

A lazy smile tilts my lips. “It is when it starts like that.”

His gaze traces a path over my face, and there’s something more relaxed about him this morning. “Does that mean you approve of last night and this morning?”

With a grin, I roll on top of him, straddling his lap. “More than approve. I want to do it again. And again. And again.”

He looks up at me with something akin to wonder, and his length hardens under me. My eyes drift closed as I rock over his length, spreading the wetness between my legs all over him.

“That can be arranged.” He threads his hand into the hair at the side of my head.

At this moment, I want to kiss him so badly. I want to feel his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. I wish he would kiss me. But I understand his reasoning. It’s that one degree of separation between us that reminds me what this really is—two people using each other for sexual satisfaction.

Which also means I need to make the most of this while I have it.

I keep rocking, and though Obsidian’s face heats with lust, there’s also trepidation etched on it.

“Is everything okay?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I wanted to ask you something, but again, I don’t know how you’ll react.”

I smirk at him. “It worked out well for us the first time.” I reach down and grip the base of him.

He groans, and his hands go to my hips. “If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone what we talked about. Ever.” His voice is serious, as are his eyes now. He’s not playing around.

“I won’t. Nothing you ever tell me will leave these lips unless you say so.” Positioning him at my entrance, I slowly ease myself down onto him.

We both groan in unison.

“Are you sure?” His eyes drift closed as I circle my hips. “I mean it. The consequences would be dire.”

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