“What are those?” He tracked her until she found herself backed into a corner.

“Errands? Um, buying food and taking some of my stuff where I needed it to go. I don’t think you have to worry about dry cleaning here at Homeland though. I know I’ve nearly forgotten what it’s like to have neatly pressed clothes.”

He stared down at her and sniffed.

“What are you doing?”

“You smell of food again.”

“So do you. You used my shampoo and conditioner. It’s scented with vanilla and coconut.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You just ate all my eggs, sausages, and had six pieces of toast. I have to order more groceries. I could make you a sandwich or five. You sure have a big appetite.”

He surprised her when he dropped to his knees and gripped the waist of the nightshirt that fell to her knees. “For you.”

Alli’s heart rate accelerated as he nuzzled her belly. Firm hands slid down to grip the hem of her shirt and push it up. He made a sound of displeasure when he discovered her pink panties.

“I don’t like these. They are in my way.” He glanced up. “Stop putting on needless clothing.”

“People wear them.”

“You won’t.” One hand flattened to hold her shirt up while he hooked the fingers of his other hand at the waist of her panties, just giving them one rough jerk. Material tore.

“Those were expensive.”

He didn’t look impressed as he tossed them behind him. She watched them land on the coffee table. “They aren’t made well.”

“Silk isn’t much of a match against someone as strong as you.”

He gripped her inner thigh, lifted it and nearly knocked her off balance. Her hands opened on the walls in the corner to stay upright. He hooked the curve of her knee over one shoulder and dipped his head to brush his mouth over her bellybutton while kissing lower.

His tongue was warm and a little rough as it darted out to lick her skin. Her breathing increased as her eyes closed. Obsidian turned her on. Her ni**les grew taut and her breathing increased, knowing where he headed as his chin rubbed against her mound.

“We should go in the bedroom.”

He paused. “Here. Now.”

She looked down at him just in time to watch him lower his body to sit on his legs. He pushed at her thigh until she rested her heel on his shoulder, her leg bent up to give him freer access to her exposed pu**y. Nothing could hold back the moan when he fastened his mouth over her clit.

She was grateful her back rested against the corner since the leg supporting her weight nearly collapsed when Obsidian growled, the vibrations and his tongue playing hell on her system. He hadn’t been kidding about being hungry if the aggressive way he manipulated the bundle of nerves was any indication. Her hands fell away from the wall so she could slide her fingers into his silky hair at the back of his head, holding him in place.

One of his fingers drove inside her, adding to the pleasure. He didn’t go in slow but thrust in fast and deep, triggering a new, wonderful sensation. Her breathing increased when he withdrew it and inserted two fingers. The feeling of being stretched and taken a little roughly made her cry out his name. It seemed to urge him to f**k her faster with both digits, his mouth and tongue frantically suckling her clit.

Alli couldn’t think beyond trying to remain upright when all she wanted to do was sink to the floor. Moans and pants filled the room, growing in volume as he found the spot inside her pu**y that drove her insane. She was going to come hard and fast as the cl**ax built.

“Slow down,” she begged.

He ignored her plea. Her hands tore out of his hair as she reached up, grabbing her own br**sts, just to soothe the achy feeling of them. Her fingers gripped the mounds through her shirt, pinching the taut tips between her fingers. The added sensation was all it took to send her over the edge.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her body seizing as spasms tore through her belly and lower, the intense pleasure coursing straight to her brain. Her head hit the wall hard when she threw it back but it didn’t hurt. She was too focused on her release.

He rose, shoving her foot off his shoulder. She would have collapsed but one arm hooked around her waist and she was hoisted off her feet. It was tough to keep her eyes open when all she wanted to do was close them but Obsidian was in her face, his gaze locked with hers a second later.

“Wrap around me,” he demanded harshly.

Her body was sluggish to respond. Her hands were trapped between their chests where he’d lifted her, still cupping her br**sts, although loosely now. A dizzy moment struck when he suddenly spun and took her with him. He quickly strode down the hallway and into her room. She hit the bed when he dropped her on it to sprawl on her back.

Obsidian dropped to his knees, gripped the back of her calves under her knees and yanked her to the edge of the bed. His hands slid down to her ankles, lifted both legs to rest against his chest and released one of them. She looked down between the inches of space between her inner thighs to see him grab the band of his sweatpants to shove the front of them down. His c**k was hard and thick as he freed it and long fingers wrapped around the shaft to guide it to her pu**y.

The crown of his c**k slid in the wetness of her release while he positioned himself. He entered her slowly, a surprise after the way he’d assertively gone at her in the other room. She moaned, fisting the mattress for something to cling to while he seemed to struggle to seat himself fully in her body. Her vaginal muscles still fluttered from coming so hard.