Page 80 of King of Omen

At some point, I lost purchase of my grip and moved to pinch and squeeze my nipples until he took over with his mouth.

On and on, we fucked, in animalistic wantonness till my climax slammed so forcefully I pushed him off me and turned to the bed, jerking my hips, fingers gripping between my thighs as I writhed as wave after wave of euphoria rocked me.

He slid into me once more from behind and thundered his way into his orgasm inside me.

I fell to the mattress, incoherent, throat dry from gasping so hard.

He slumped on me, heavy, muscled, sweaty over me.

We lay shuddering against each other, his exhalation scorching my ear, growling words I couldn’t understand in Italian.

But I was hit with every emotion they conveyed.

Need, want, desire, joy, bliss.

The same sensations arced in me as my eyes misted over.

LORENZO

‘Tu sei la luce della mia vita,’ I murmured, rubbing my nose into her skin, trailing kisses on her nape, lost in all she was, falling so deep into her I had no comeback, no retreat.

She’d stolen my heart, my breath, my soul.

This woman had enlivened me from the moment I’d met her. Now, having her under me, my cock still inside her, as she gripped me in her tightness, was heaven and paradise all rolled into one.

It took all my ever-loving control to lift from her.

Thighs still trembling with the aftershocks of the unparalleled ecstasy I’d experienced, I tracked to the bathroom, ran hot water over a towel and returned to the bed.

I found her on one elbow, her nakedness gleaming with sweat, her curtain of shining auburn hair flowing over her neck and spine.

Silent and in awe of her sheer beauty, I hitched her leg up and cleaned her folds, our eyes locked on each other the whole time.

Emotion thudded in my chest, a seismic, life-altering shift. Without a shadow of a doubt, there would never be another woman for me.

When she stroked my jaw, I turned my face into her palm and kissed it.

She knifed up, nabbed the cloth and threw it as her arms went around me, and she pulled me into her embrace.

We settled on the bed, intertwining our fingers and letting our eyes lock on each other.

‘This means something to me, Mia,’ I rasped. ‘You mean something to me.’

Her lips curled up as she served me with a throaty, sensual laugh. ‘I’m not just a booty call?’

I leaned in and captured her mouth, growling against her skin. ‘Oh, but you are. An alluring, kind, sexy, killing me softly booty call.’

She rolled her eyes at me.

I nabbed her chin with one hand. ‘But you’re becoming more. The earth shifts under my feet when I look at you. Like my whole existence is finding new purpose, fresh meaning.’

‘Lorenzo Calibrese, the poet, I hear you.’

‘It’s true, woman. I’m not waxing lyrical. I mean every word.’

She cocked her head at me. ‘I see that. And I like that you mean it.’

I pursed his lips. ‘Et tu? What am I to you?’

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