Page 55 of The Omega's Savior

“Yes, love?”

“If we weren’t in this crazy situation, would you still want to bond with me?”

“Of course I would,” I say, holding her tight to me. “You’ve given me hope for something greater in life. You’ve given me hope that I could actually experience love with someone. Regardless of whatever’s going on in our lives, that’s not going to change.”

“I—I just don’t want to force you into something you don’t actually want to do. That would be the last thing I’d ever want to do with you.”

“Love, the last thing you’re doing right now is forcing me to be with you. I don’t think anyone could take me away, no matter how fucking hard they tried.” I dance my fingertips across her back and let out a purr, trying to take the stress away from her. “What about you, do you want to bond with me?”

“I—I do,” she whispers softly.

“You don’t sound very sure about that. I don’t want us to do something you’re going to regret either.” I look to the ceiling, my mind trying to figure out what to say. I wish I were good at making plans and solving problems. I just know I almost desperately want to make her feel better. “If you’re really concerned about Summer, we can bond and then just pretend to be bonded? That way there’s no stress on you—”

“No!” She says, pushing up so she’s staring down at me. “No. I—I don’t want to bond with you if it’s not real.” Her deep green eyes captivate me. They’re like walking through an enchanting forest. “I’m just a bit scared.”

“I get it, love,” I say softly, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

“I’m just scared you’re going to leave me and I’m going to turn into my mom and become a monster. I’m scared to give myself over to you like that. I’m—I’m just scared and I hate it.”

“Oh Liv, I’m never going to leave you. Ever. I’ve spent my entire life making stupid ass decisions and I haven’t died yet. Imagine how long I could live if I stopped doing insanely reckless shit?”

“You’d stop doing insanely reckless shit for me?” She asks, smiling down at me.

“Well, I mean, the reason why I did those sorts of things was because life had nothing to offer me. Now I have you. I don’t need any of that shit anymore,” I say softly, pulling her down becuase I can’t resist her delicious lips anymore.

Her lips are so soft and sweet. As her lips move against mine, I wrap my arms around her and try to communicate to her in more than words that I will always protect her. I will always be there for her.

“I want to bond with you,” She whispers against my lips as we pull apart for air.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please, I want you.”

I trace my fingertips up her spine, pulling up her shirt as I go.

“Let me worship you,” I purr, my chest vibrating underneath her.

“O—Okay,” She whispers, a blush covering her cheek.

She sits up, straddling me and I peel off her t-shirt, groaning at the sight of her above me. I harden beneath her and her eyes go wide.

“Wow,” she says.

“God, you’re fucking stunning,” I say, running my hands up her sides.

My thumb brushes the underside of her tit and she arches her back into her touch. I reach behind her and unclip her bra, making it fall between us.

“You have gorgeous tits, oh my god,” I say, reaching up to massage them in my hands, my fingers flicking at her pert nipples. Her tits are just the right handful. “I’ve been thinking about what your tits would look like in my hand ever since I saw your nipples peeking through my t-shirt.”

“You gave me that t-shirt on purpose,” she breathes, throwing her head back.

“You bet I fucking did,” I growl. “I want you to wear my t-shirts to sleep for the rest of our fucking lives.”

I pull her down for another kiss as my fingers drift down to her pussy. I can smell her mango scent grow thicker the more we touch. When the smell of her sweet slick hits me, I know I’m a fucking goner. This woman could as me to cut off my goddamn left arm and I’d do it for her.

“Well, I want your shirt off,” she growls back, tugging my shirt up.

“Your wish is my command,” I laugh, practically ripping off my shirt.

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