Page 75 of King of Omen

I made my way over to him, every step deliberate and purposeful.

I wanted this, craved him, and yearned to discover where our sensual chemistry would lead.

The only sound in the room was the soft patter of rain against the window, a soothing backdrop to the tension that coiled around us like a spring ready to snap.

Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, a flicker of something primal in his gaze as he eyed my approach. I stopped in front of him, our bodies inches apart, the heat of his aura washing over me.

He stood up in one fluid motion, his proximity sparking a fire I struggled to contain within me. The air between us crackled with need, thick and suffocating.

Without a word, he extended his fingers, grazing mine. He took the dishtowel in my hands and tossed it onto the dining table.

His essence enveloped me, a heady mix of danger and allure, sending a shiver down my spine.

He lifted a hand gentle yet firm as he cupped my cheek. His eyes intent, burning bright, with silent zeal.

Heated, ferocious, fuckin’ on fire.

Threatening to consume us both.

His touch was feather-light as he traced a line from my jaw to my collarbone. My breath hitched, and my heart pounded in my chest as desire unfurled deep within me.

‘I can’t stop thinking about you,’ he murmured, his voice husky with raw need.

The fierceness in his gaze threatened to engulf me, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.

‘On the one hand, you’re one badass, sexy woman, and while I realise you can take care of yourself, I also know I never want to ever fucking experience again the thought of losing you.’

His dark blue eyes, so intent, so caring, so sensual, melted me.

I stroked his jaw, which tightened under my caress as all the worries and the dangers lurking outside these four walls faded into insignificance. It was only him and me, two souls teetering on the edge of something reckless and beautiful.

Without a groan, he captured my lips in a searing kiss, igniting a wildfire of emotions within me.

It was as if the world had fallen away, leaving only the two of us in this charged bubble of desire.

The tang of him, a heady mix of smoke unique to Lorenz, sent a thrill down my spine. Our hearts beat as one, synchronised in a dance of longing and pent-up passion.

His hands moved all over me, tracing the curves of my body like he was committing every detail to memory. I clung to him, loving the heat of his skin on mine, the firmness of his touch sending jolts of electricity through me.

The storm outside mirrored the tempest raging within us, rain drumming against the windows with an urgency that mirrored my own.

His kiss was fierce and bruising.

I moaned and scrabbled, fingers tangling in his dark hair as I pulled him closer.

The scent of his cologne and the lingering aroma of the herbs on his breath created a heady concoction that intoxicated my senses.

Our bodies pressed together, a symphony of heat and need driving us towards an edge we both recognised was dangerous yet irresistible.

As we parted for a moment to catch respite, I searched his eyes, finding a storm of feelings swirling within them. Longing, hunger, and a hint of vulnerability made my heart ache with a raw intensity I hadn’t experienced in years.

‘Lorenzo,’ I whispered like a prayer, loving the sound of his full name and savouring the weight of his body leaning into mine, his heated rod hammering and throbbing against my tummy.

He didn’t reply but instead captured my lips again in a kiss that spoke volumes, pouring out emotions words weren’t able to express. Each twist, every sigh, a promise of passion to come, a declaration of desires too potent to be contained.

The world outside faded into oblivion as we surrendered to the intoxicating pull, drawing us closer and entwining our fates in a dance of fervour and longing.

The storm raged on, nature’s wild symphony providing the soundtrack to our clandestine moment of surrender.

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