Black Diamond (Obsidian 2) - Page 2

I stopped by the store and picked up a few things before I knocked on his front door.

To my delight, he was only in his sweatpants, his chiseled chest looking far more appetizing than the food I just bought. He looked me up and down with the same desire, his eyes black as coal. “Sweetheart.” His powerful arm, corded with veins, wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me inside.

I dropped the bag onto the hardwood floor and wrapped my arms around his tight waist. His skin was searing hot in comparison to the cold weather outside. My nails automatically dug into him just the way they did when we made love. My claws sank into him because I never wanted to let go.

He kissed my neck and moved his lips along my jawline until he kissed my chin. Slowly, he moved to my lips before he gave me a scorching kiss right on the mouth. He breathed into me, his arms constricting me like a snake suffocating its prey. He devoured me like he’d been thinking about me all day, waiting for this moment when we were reunited. “Missed you, Vanilla.”

“I always miss you.” Whenever he kissed me, I lost my resolve. I turned into a weak woman, my knees unable to keep my frame straight. He did incredible things to me, making me lose all logic and focus. A part of me loved the effect he had on me—but another part hated it. My heart was losing the battle for power, and slowly, I was surrendering to this ruthless warlord. I didn’t mind living with Christopher, but I would give anything to live with Calloway again. After only knowing each other for a few months, it immediately felt right.

“Good.” He pressed his lips to my ear. “That must mean I’m doing something right.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my face against his chest, feeling so safe with this strong man. My backbone was rigid with pride. I never let my walls down, but they were slowly crumbling. And the worst part was, I wanted them to crumble. I trusted this man as much as I trusted my own brother. The world didn’t seem so cold and unforgiving when I had Calloway in my life.

He rested his chin on my head as he held me in the doorway, his hard chest expanding with every breath he took. “Everything alright, sweetheart?”

Everything was perfect—and that was the problem. I was falling hard, and I actually enjoyed it. “Everything is great. I just like it when you hold me like this.”

He moved his lips to my forehead and pressed a gentle kiss against my skin. “Then I’ll hold you like this forever.”

After minutes of savoring the touch, I pulled away. “I brought dinner. I thought I could make some salmon, veggies, and rice.”

“That sounds amazing.” He looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and handsome features. He had a strong jaw, a perfect nose, and a chin that made him look kingly. When he stared at me like I was his queen, I felt like royalty.

“Then I’ll get to work.” I walked into the kitchen and set everything on the counter.

Calloway leaned against the kitchen island, watching me with interest. He crossed his arms over his massive chest as he watched me wash the vegetables and dice them on the cutting board. He didn’t make a comment about anything I was doing, content just to watch me.

“What?” I asked, keeping my eyes on my handiwork.

“I like to watch you. You fascinate me.”

I chuckled. “Because I’m cooking for you.” After I finished preparing everything, I shoved the pan in the oven and turned on the timer.

“Because of so much more, actually.” He crowded me against the counter, using his large size to press me against the wood. Once he had me cornered, he pressed his hips into me, his cock hard through his pants. He moved his lips down my neck, gently kissing and teasing me.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, loving it when he pinned me like this. I was his to enjoy, and I loved being devoured like wild prey.

Slowly, he began to undress me, removing my dress, bra, and panties. When I stood naked in his kitchen, he pulled his sweatpants off, over six feet of pure man. His long cock was pressed between us, warm against my stomach.

He kissed the corner of my mouth before he walked away into his living room. He sat back in the center of the couch, his back against the cushion. His thick dick lay against his stomach, seeping pre-come as he waited for me to join him.

I stood in front of him, my naked body on display for him to study.

He grabbed the base of his cock and gently massaged it as he looked at me. It was the hottest scene I’d ever witnessed. He locked his eyes with mine, not the least bit self-conscious about me watching him. “Ride me. Now.” He turned authoritative, speaking to me like a commanding officer.

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