Page 107 of King of Omen

I leaned forward and touched the smart lamp.

Its warm illumination shimmered on.

I ran a tongue over my lips and slow-blinked, eyes raking over her stunning face.

My mouth twisted as I arched a brow.

Our eyes locked, hers brimming with need and a heartfelt sadness.

With a sigh, I rose to my feet, prowled to the drinks cabinet, grabbed a crystal-carved tumbler, and poured a finger of amber liquid into it.

I swivelled, headed back, and handed it to her.

I nabbed my own and raised a toast to her.

She did the same, and we swallowed together.

I tagged her eyes fluttering shut from the exquisite heat, her tongue licking her lips, savouring the essence.

Opening her eyes, she found my own on her, razing her, wanting to engulf her.

She gave me a chin lift and nodded.

Without a word, I reached a hand for hers, my heart swelling with sheer, fuckin’ relief.

She threaded her fingers through mine, skin on skin, hot and heated.

I smelled her scent; so delicious and alluring and my cock twitched, hungry for her as we wound our way through the house and up the stairs.

Into my primary.

I shut the door and turned to nab her waist, walking her backwards to the bed.

In between each step, I shed my clothing, helping her strip her robe off too.

By the time we hit the edge, we were both nude.

Overcome with craving, I pushed her into it, bending over her.

With no warning, I slid a hand under her knees, bent my head and kissed her thigh, one then the other, with aching tenderness.

With hands separating her legs further, I sunk lower. First, I lashed her slit, parting her folds, cherishing the scent of her pulsing, musky sex.

She gasped, hands burying themselves in my hair.

I found her clit and groaned with need as my mouth enclosed her. I went wild for her, suckling, licking, nipping, exploring her pussy in searching, languorous long lunges of my tongue that soon my cock wept, her body writhing under me.

Squeezing my length to keep from cumming, I surged up towards her breasts, adoring them.

Her tits were round and full, her nipples pink, puckered with arousal, heaving from the unleashed rise and fall of her chest with each breath.

I cupped and growled into their perfect contour and perky tips, rosy and inviting.

Her pale, smooth skin, illuminated by the sunlight filtered through the window, called out to me, ratcheting my lust and desire.

Wild, yearning and hungry after days of lack, I lavved and lashed her puffy, swollen nipples, caressing and kneading the soft flesh, relishing the weight and shape of her tits in my palms.

She pulled on my nipples with her fingers, flicking the silver bars in them, sending pleasure blazing over me.

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