Black Diamond (Obsidian 2)

I came with a violent release, overwhelmed with satisfaction. Memories of the first time I met her came back to me, when she’d strutted into that bar and slapped me with as much force as she could muster. I remembered the first time I kissed her, right outside her apartment door after the gala. I remembered the first time I fucked her and the drops of blood I found on my sheets afterward. Now we were getting down and dirty, going down a path of pleasure and pain.

I pressed my face into her neck as I finished, filling her pussy with every drop of seed I could produce. I wanted to make her feel full for the rest of the day, to feel a part of me inside her everywhere she went.

I slid my fingers out of her and leaned back, the remaining sensations of pleasure drifting away. Like I was on a cloud, I felt an intense high that made me float in the air. When Rome did the things I liked, it was impossible for me to truly grasp it.

Her hands slid to my chest, rubbing the sweat that had formed on the skin. She took time to catch her breath, her movements slow and even.

“So?” I asked a question I already knew the answer to.

Her lips remained tightly shut, her eyes telling me she had no intention of saying a word to me.

“I told you you could trust me.” I’d done everything she’d asked of me up until that point, going on dates and bringing her flowers. I even let her sleep in my bed. Most surprisingly, I told her about my former demons when I’d never shared that information with anyone else. I bent over backward for this woman, and I’d earned her confidence.

“I’m not sure if I liked it, or if I just liked how much you liked it.”

“Both, I’m sure.” I pulled her next to my chest and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. “I want to explore everything with you, Rome. I hope you let me.”

She pressed her forehead to mine and looked down at my lips. Her nails dug silently into my chest, like she wanted more of me even though we were both satisfied. A strand of hair came loose from behind her ear and fell in front of her face. “I’m sure I will, Calloway.”

Eventually, Rome and I would have the relationship I craved. Right now, I needed to continue earning her trust while exploring new realms of pleasure. One day, she would agree to be my sub, to trust me enough to start a new kind of relationship—one that was completely foreign to her.

So I forced myself to be patient with her.

And that kept my darkness at bay. I didn’t bring out the chains or the cable ties. I didn’t spank her hard when she was on her hands and knees. Slowly but surely, I would get us to the next level.

After dinner, we went to bed. When she was next to me, I slept better than usual, so I preferred to have her around. I wore my boxers, and she wore one of my t-shirts before we got under the sheets. Her arms immediately hooked around me like I was a stuffed teddy bear. Her leg hooked over my waist, and she cuddled into my side, stealing all the warmth from my body.

I loved it.

With her skin so soft and her smell so fragrant, it was like having a rose petal beside me. Her legs, smooth and silky, brushed against mine as she got comfortable. Sometimes her hair would brush against my shoulder, so soft and delicate. I wanted to fist it all night long, but then neither one of us would get any sleep.

I stared at her as she closed her eyes, looking like a queen. Her makeup was gone, and her natural features were on display for me. She had plump lips, the kind I loved to suck into my mouth. Her teeth were perfect and straight, sexy and adorable. As she started to drift away, I was even more awake. I would much rather watch her all night than get any sleep.

She must have felt my stare because she opened her eyes. “Yes?” She ran her hand down my back, her nails lightly scratching me.

I brushed my fingers along her cheek, expecting her not to be real because she was too perfect.

She watched me with lidded eyes, sexier than any other woman I’d slept with.

“You’re so beautiful, it hurts.” I stared at her lips, seeing my thumb rest on the corner of her mouth. “It hurts so much…” My chest ached as I examined her perfect features. She had a slender and elegant neck, reminding me of the grace of a queen. I’d sprinkled enough kisses in the hollow of her throat, but I never wanted to stop. Just when I thought I’d had enough of her, I wanted more.