Page 84 of King of Omen

With a gentle touch, he helped me wash out the conditioner, murmuring in Italian, words I didn’t understand but my body comprehended.

Slick with need, I leaned into him, shivering at the breath of his whispered secrets echoing in my ear. His voice was a dark and seductive promise, sending shivers coursing through me.

‘I swear to you, baby,’ he rasped, switching language and rumbling like thunder, ‘I will protect you with my life. I will keep you safe, no matter the cost. And I will do everything I can to ensure you never regret the day you chose me.’

His eyes were dilated with desire, his mouth soft with need, his chest heaving.

His hands trailed lower to the crux of my thigh. Slipping his fingers between my folds, he stroked, and I gasped, moaning, throwing my head back.

‘You want me to stop, cara?’ he growled.

Fuck he was ballsy, pushy and freakin’ sexy.

I squirmed, wanting to run from his seduction, yet each word, every single touch, stoked a fire inside me. I didn’t want this ecstasy to end. I wanted more. So, I whispered, ‘Don’t stop, Lorenzo. You give me fever.’

His eyes flared with heat as he leaned down to capture my lips in a wild kiss.

I savoured the wine from dinner in his mouth, mingling with the sweetness of my desire. It was intoxicating.

His sinewed hands roamed my body, subsuming me with an intense emotion.

Tracing the lines of my curves, his touch possessive, his longing coursing through him, mirroring my own.

His dark hair fell in his face, giving the wildness of a hunter as I tagged the hunger in him.

With a growl, he pulled me towards him, his lips brushing against mine. His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring and tasting me. I moaned, allowing him to take the lead.

He lifted away from me and dipped his head south, and in moments was lashing my clit.

I panted as one hand cupped my breast, teasing and torturing my nipple into a stiff peak. The other hand worked its magic as he slid his fingers inside my pussy while he suckled, rubbing and circling my aching clit.

I arched into his touch, eager for more. I wanted to be filled by him, by his passionate possession. I gasped, so wet, so ready for him.

His eyes darkened, his gaze fixed on me with a hunger I had never seen before. He leaned down, his lips brushing my neck, his breath heated. ‘You want me, amore? You want me to be inside you, to take you?’

‘Yes,’ I whispered, my voice shaking with desire. ‘Yes, Lorenzo. Take me.’

With a growl, he lifted me into his arms, and water trailed off our bodies as he strode to the bedroom.

Finding a towel, he rubbed it with rough haste over me, doing the same to himself before he pushed me back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. With a moan, I stroked his cock, bobbing between his thighs, desperate to taste it, him, to lick his essence.

I reached for his shaft, my fingers pulsating around him, my lips parting as I lowered my head down, taking a deep breath of anticipation.

His eyes widened, but he didn’t resist as I took him into my mouth, suckling over the engorged head, savouring the salty flavour.

He groaned, his hips bucking, thrusting into my lips as I explored every inch of him.

He let out a soft groan as my tongue flicked over his tip, his hands tangling in my damp hair, pulling me closer, deeper.

I loved the sensation, his thickness so sensual and sexy, sending my need into overdrive.

Pressing my thighs together, I licked. His hips bucked, his throbbing erection gliding over my tongue, his musk intoxicating, his scent overwhelming me.

His body trembled above me, his breath ragged, his face flushed with desire.

‘You’re incredible, bella,’ he murmured, stroking my face. ‘So remarkable.’

I smiled, my eyes never leaving his. Letting out a moan, threaded fingers through my locks as I continued to pleasure him. His dick twitched in my mouth, a sign of his growing excitement.

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