Page 82 of King of Omen

I gazed at him, wondering how much his love felt so right and how, with him, I dropped my guard and all inhibitions.

His mere essence forced itself on me; this was a man of gravitas, even in his lovemaking. He was a consummate tease, drawing close when he needed to and pulling away when I’d rather that he stayed.

I gasped, unable to take any more bliss.

‘Yes,’ he murmured, kissing my lips with a soft tenderness. ‘Very early, bella, let’s welcome dawn together.’

I reached up to grip the headboard, the world around me fading into oblivion. Giving myself over to pure sensation, responding to his touch and the pleasure that coursed through me.

His kisses trailed down my stomach, leaving a fire trail in their wake.

His fingers glided across my inner thigh, triggering a shiver down my spine. They travelled further, teasing and exploring, touching me in the exact right spot and sending my heart pounding against my ribs.

His sinewed hands parted my thighs, then with a wicked grin, he bent his head, and his lips went to work.

Licking, nibbling, and sucking my folds, edging my clit to a precipice of ecstasy.

Every stroke from Lorenzo was a symphony of sensation, each caress a sweet melody in the song of our desire. He was a master at pushing me to the brink and teasing me back down again.

As his mouth worked its magic on me, my body arched into his touch, my hips undulating in response. My climax built, an inferno of need and passion coursing through me.

But just as I thought I might burst, Lorenzo moved away, leaving me gasping for air, desperate for more.

I reached for his hand, craving for him to continue, and he gazed up at me, his eyes dark with lust, his breath ragged. ‘Not yet, baby.’

And with that, he stood up and hauled me into his arms, kissing me with unbidden passion, his body pressing against mine.

His cock throbbed between us, and writhing beneath him, I gave myself over to the bliss, arching my hips towards him, longing for him to plunge in.

With a growl, he turned me over onto my knees.

Positioning me over the edge of the bed, he reached forward and, with slow deliberation, slid into me. The sensation of his entry was electric, a shockwave of pure ecstasy radiating from within me.

His deep, guttural moans filled the room, a testament to the intensity of our connection. Our bodies moved in sync, our lovemaking rhythm a haunting melody reverberating through the walls.

As he thrust into me, Lorenzo’s hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. His fingers found the sensitive peaks of my nipples, tugging and twisting, every touch sending a jolt of pleasure to my core.

He pounded my primed pussy, his palms gripping my hips, holding me in place as I rocked back and forth. With abandon, I enveloped his hardness within me; the intensity of the experience was almost overwhelming. The sensation of his thickness stretching me, delight and pain melding into one, was exhilarating.

Lorenzo’s hands gripped my waist tighter, his thrusts matching mine, driving deeper into me with each undulating motion. The sounds of our pelvises slapping together filled the room, his wild thrusts bringing us closer to the brink.

He came with a roar, his body shuddering above me as he emptied himself. His scorching seed spilled deep within me, which only served to drive me over the edge as well. My walls clenched around him, milking him for every last drop, and I cried out his name as I peaked, shaking in the aftermath.

We collapsed onto the bed, breathing ragged and our bodies slick with sweat.

We stayed that way for some time until he slid out of me and used his muscled arms to reposition me.

We stared into each other’s eyes, connecting on a deeper, more primal level than we’d ever been before.

A possessiveness lurked in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine, a clear claim on me that I couldn’t deny.

‘Mia cara, you are mine now,’ he said, his voice rough with emotion. ‘And I am yours.’

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. This was more than just a physical connection; it was a soul bond. I hope it was a promise to see us through every storm life would throw.

‘I like that,’ I whispered, our voices intertwining in a harmony only we’d understand.

And with that, we slipped into even more deep, restful sleep.

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