Page 108 of King of Omen

Muffled moans and sighs escaped her lips, mingling with my groans, the only sounds in the room as we lost ourselves in the moment.

Unable to help myself, I suckled hard while palming, squeezing, and kneading my thick, stiff cock faster and with increasing intensity.

By now, one of her hands had snaked between her legs, pleasuring herself, moaning, wild with need.

The other reached behind my head, stroking it, running her fingers through my hair, and triggering waves of euphoria over my head and nape.

Ecstasy hit, and I detached. With a roar, I blew, sending spurts of my cum all over her tits.

She came too, grinding her pelvis against my palm as my fingers stroked her to bliss.

‘So hot,’ I whispered as my lips returned to her mouth.

After wiping her off, still hard and aroused and in need of more, I widened her legs and sunk inside her.

My chest to hers, thighs in between her arching hips, my scorched length enveloped by her moist heat.

Our bodies moved together in perfect synchronisation, our skin warm and slick with sweat as I worked my cock into her.

Hands reaching, touching, stroking each other’s curves and contours, leaving trails of sparks in their wake.

Lips twisting, kissing, sucking, drinking, making up for days forgone and hours apart.

Time appeared to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our devotion, revelling in the beauty and intimacy of our connection.

Every caress and hushed word declared our trust and devotion, sealing our bond in a moment of pure, unadulterated passion.

We blew into bliss with cries of white-hot incandescence, clinging onto each other, never wanting to let go.

She broke through my post-nut lassitude with a long, languorous kiss.

‘You’re an asshole, baby,’ she murmured, her voice just above a whisper.

Despite her words, tears shimmered in her eyes as she gazed into mine.

I brushed them away, lips twisting at her apt denotation.

‘I am, Mia. I’m used to a certain code, where women in our world obey their men without question and never even speak to anyone of the opposite sex if they’re already promised to another.’

‘This is not Naples, and I’m not a member of your freakin’ alliance, Lorenzo.’

‘I’m ashamed I disrespected you. Please forgive me, cara. I just want us to be happy together.’

She nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her with gentle pressure.

‘I forgive you,’ she conceded, pulling away from me. ‘I also promise to be honest with you and ensure that no one enters this house without your permission. However, I will keep the friends I want to and be free to make my own decisions.’

I assented, nipping the corner of her mouth. ‘Of course, bella. All I want is to protect you, but I shouldn’t have been so hard on you.’

‘No, you shouldn’t have.’

She knifed up in bed, hugged her knees, and turned her face to me. ‘I have reasons why I’m wary about control. Even though I love him, my father manipulated my mother for years. Until she ran away from him. I never wanted to be in her position. I want to be free and have agency over my life and decisions.’

I nodded, understanding the weight of her words. ‘I understand, baby. I appreciate your honesty with me and being open to me changing, learning to cherish you from a place of trust and not jealousy.’

Mia leaned her head against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.

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