Page 64 of King of Omen

For better or worse, we were in this all the fucking way.

Our fates were inextricably linked.

The thought of it made me groan.

She glanced up, finally noticing me, and smiled, undoing me.

‘You want one?’ she asked.

With a growl, I strode to her side and lifted a hand.

She flinched.

My eyes narrowed. ‘You think I’ll hurt you?’ I rumbled, the sound echoing deep in my chest. ‘I’d never, Mia. Do you believe me?’

She had no answer for me, her face canted from me.

‘Eyes on me, bella. Always on me.’

At my command, she raised her chin, forcing herself to gaze into my eyes.

My fingers brushed her temple, lowering further to her cheek.

Cradling her head, I arched a brow in question, gazing into her eyes.

Her tongue peeped out from between her lips.

I was unable to resist, and I swooped in.

At first, gentle, nibbling on the edge of her lush mouth.

When she responded, bunching my shirt in her hands to pull me close, I upped the pressure, taking her mouth in an all-consuming kiss.

Her lips were so soft, so tender, while mine were bruising, fierce, devouring her with such hunger she panted against me.

I was wiped out by the intensity of my emotion, the desperation of my need to own her, love her, fuck her, protect her.

Our embrace deepened, infused with a heart-wrenching tenderness.

Unable to handle her sweetness any more and about to come in my pants, I broke away, chest heaving with the force of my emotions.

She stared at me, lips swollen, biting the corner of her mouth, desire clouding her eyes.

The fervour of her gaze and the rawness in our embrace had left a lingering flavour on my tongue, an exotic and irresistible tang of danger and desire.

I took a step back, my hand still cradling her cheek. I swallowed hard, my eyes searching hers. The thudding of my heartbeat and our shared ragged breaths filled the air.

‘I can’t -’ she whispered.

Tearing from my hold, she reached for her cup of coffee and grabbed it like a life preserver.

She took one peek back at me.

I leaned back on the counter, legs stretched out, arms crossed over my chest.

My essence and soul were suffused with a hunter’s ravenousness, and I made certain she was aware of it, raking my eyes over her, not hiding my lust for her whatsoever.

‘I’m not sure we ought -’ she stumbled over her words. Her voice was husky, a primal sound, almost like a moan that sent shivers down my spine.

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