Black Forever (Obsidian 4)

And he was my man.

The black ring sat on his right hand, the dark band thick with the commitment he made to me. I loved imagining that ring on the other hand, giving our relationship a whole new meaning altogether.

I selected a scallop from the center plate and took a few bites.

Calloway did the same, his eyes glued to my face. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thanks, Calloway.” He was an honest man who only said things he meant. It wasn’t just a line to manipulate me into doing what he wanted. That was why I took his compliments so easily, knowing they weren’t meaningless. “That suit looks great on you.”

“Everything looks great on me.” He wore a slight smile. “But I look even better in nothing.”

“I can attest to that.” I sipped the wine he’d picked out, noting that it went well with the bread and the appetizers.

“You know what I think you look the sexiest in?”

“Hmm?” I swallowed, feeling the tension rise between us.

“In your panties and my t-shirt.” He drank his wine as his eyes remained glued to mine. “You don’t even need lingerie.”

“That’s good. Your shirts are a lot more comfortable.”

He ripped off a piece of bread and dipped it in the olive oil in the center of the table. Then he brought it to my lips and fed it to me, his fingertips brushing against my mouth.

I took it one step further and sucked his fingertip into my mouth, brushing my tongue across the pad of his fingers. I slowly pulled them out of my mouth then kissed each one, adoring the man who changed my life.

He watched me with concentrated eyes, glued to the sight in front on him.

When I pulled his hand away, I wasn’t sure how we were going to get through the rest of dinner. We hadn’t made love in nearly a month because of his condition, and we were both anxious to be reunited. We fooled around in other ways to get off, but nothing compared to having that huge dick inside me.

Calloway took a deep breath, swallowing his anxiousness by taking a large drink of his wine and finishing his glass.

I wasn’t sure why he wanted to go to dinner at all. If we went home and fucked, that would have been fine by me.

Calloway searched for the waiter then turned his eyes back to mine. “I’m tempted to get the food to go.”

“Not a bad idea.”

“I wanted to have a date with you. I was trying to be romantic.”

“Calloway, you’re romantic every single day.” He didn’t need to take me to a fancy dinner to prove anything. He didn’t need to do a damn thing to prove anything to me. Just a look from him was all I needed.

“Yeah?” he asked. “Didn’t realize I was.”

“You are.” I ran my fingertips across his hand, feeling the prominent knuckles. They were mountains. This man was willing to give up his life to save mine. There was no greater sacrifice than that. I shouldn’t be surprised because I would have done the same for him. That was real love. Maybe he needed to dominate me sometimes. Maybe he needed to punish me, to make me cry. He always made me come hard at the end, so the pain was irrelevant. Maybe our relationship wasn’t traditional, but it was still beautiful. “Take me home.”

Calloway’s hand shot into the air immediately, and he waved the waiter over. “Check, please.”

His large hands slipped off my heels one at a time, and then he got my dress off in one quick motion. Calloway was always eager to have me, but tonight, his hands shook with intense longing. Once he got me naked, he pushed me back onto the bed. My back hit the mattress, and I propped myself up on my elbows. I kept my thighs together and my knees bent, wanting to tease him until the final moment he was inside me.

He dropped his expensive jacket on the floor then undid the buttons of his shirt. One by one, he popped them open until the pristine white shirt came loose and revealed the violent scar on his lower abdomen.

I hated looking at it, not because it blemished his gorgeous appearance, but because it reminded me of that horrific day. My eyes moved to other parts of his body, his muscular chest and his powerful shoulders. He was over six feet of all man, the kind of man I would touch myself to if I were alone in my bedroom.

He dropped the shirt then moved to his slacks, taking forever so he could tease me in return. My nipples were hard, and my chest was flushed with heat. I couldn’t stop biting my bottom lip because I was eager for this man.

He finally got his pants and boxers off, revealing a hard cock that was red at the top. The blood pumping into his dick made him thicker than I’d ever seen him. The hair over his balls was trimmed, and he oozed from the tip.