Page 194 of Star Claimed Omega
Her pussy clenched around his length, and he gave in to remaking himself in her light, skin, heat, breath, and a bliss born of memory and forgiveness.
Every inch of her body against his felt like a prayer answered.
Each sigh from her lips pulled him further out of the pit of hell his soul had mired itself in.
When she trembled beneath him, he held her face as she came apart and shuddered.
He kept gliding in and out of her, remaining inside the circle of her limbs, his heartbeat syncing with hers.
His thumb traced her jaw, a slow, grounding touch.
‘Mi sol,’ he said into her nape. ‘I adore you.’
She smiled, fingers tangled in his dark locks. ‘I’ll adore you more.’
She then pressed her forehead to his and whispered his name.
He closed his eyes and convulsed as his bliss hit, and an incandescent joy flooded his soul.
Santi woke to stillness and the soft, rhythmic breath of the woman he loved.
Soleil lay curled on her side, her shorn red tresses tousled across the thin pillow, one arm tucked under her cheek.
His eyes lingered, memorizing the quiet peace on her face, the rare softness.
Until his stomach rumbled.
With a muted groan, he tapped into his wrist comm and sent a message:
::Gone to get breakfast. Don’t move. Don’t vanish. –S::.
He slid out of bed with a slow exhale and dressed in the cramped silence of her room.
Pulling on his trousers and tee, he layered his long dark cloak over his frame before turning to glance around the space.
It was scarcely more than a storage box masquerading as housing.
One corner leaked, and he spotted a rusty trail down the inner seam of the wall, where coolant from an overhead pipe dripped steadily onto the floor.
The walls were a dull patchwork of oxidized metal, the panels mismatched and flexing when you leaned too hard.
The fluorescent light flickered like it had a grudge.
Outside the door, the neighbors barked at each other through paper-thin partitions, and the sour-sweet reek of recycled grease and ammonia hung in the air.
This was where she’d been surviving, and he clenched his jaw, wanting more for her. Regardless, he had to keep his damn mouth shut.
He refused to disrespect her choices or pity her.
She was too dignified for that.
All he could do was support, love, and guard her.
Quiet as a shadow, Santi slipped out into the corridor and made his way through the still-sleeping deck.
Thekahawastall two levels down could not compare to her workplace.
Still sold sustenance, and he needed it, his appetite having returned like afokkin’ freight train.
