Page 138 of King of Omen

We lay on a divan by the pool, our bodies intertwined, soaking in the sun’s late afternoon rays.

Life was ecstasy.

I flexed a thigh over my woman’s legs and breathed her in, her feminine and floral scent infused with amber, the essence of forever for me.

The same perfume that had laced her letter to me. The same epistle that had saved my proverbial ass twice, now framed and in place of honour next to our bed in our Sydney home.

Mia sat up, twisted and gave me ‘the look’.

I raised a brow as she lowered her head and smiled.

Heat sparked, and I jolted at the need in her eyes.

Damn, feeling desired was hot.

She rose, letting her robe fall in a river of silk to the ground.

Revealing her deep V bathing suit.

Her hips swung as she tracked to the edge of the water.

Fuck, her ass gave me an instant hard-on.

Even though I was a man given to silence, at this moment, I wanted to shout out to the world and declare my unyielding, unending love for her.

I sat up as she dipped a toe in to test the temperature, and then, with one more coy glance at me, she dived in.

She surfaced, her laughter echoing through the air, the siren’s call. Resistance was futile.

I plunged in after her, the coolness enveloping me as I followed her, my body craving her touch.

The shock of the cold soon dissipated, scorched by the heat radiating between us.

I wiped the water from my face, eyes locked on her glistening beauty.

She beckoned me with a smile, and I swam closer. Mia glided in, her hair slicked back.

The sun beat down on us, casting a golden glow over the pool.

I reached out to grasp her, and she met me halfway, our hands clasping in a silent promise of love and craving. The world faded away, leaving just the two of us in this moment of raw connection.

With a sudden surge, Mia wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a searing kiss. The flavour of her lips was intoxicating, sending a rush of hunger coursing through my veins. We clung to each other like the only constants in our ever-changing reality.

Our passion ratcheted, and my aching cock longed for release.

‘Cara, I need you.’

‘Honey, I want you too,’ she breathed.

‘Why the fuck do you bother with a swimsuit when we’re alone?’ I grumbled, eager to gain unrestricted access to her.

‘For the pleasure of seeing you take it off,’ she whispered, husky and smoky with need.

With a curl of my mouth, I tugged apart the straps of her swimsuit and slid it off her shoulders. Past her stunning tits and hips and yanked it off.

It floated away as I shucked my swim shorts.

Reaching for her with the devil dancing in my soul, I hitched her up and positioned her above my throbbing shaft.

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