Page 81 of Star Claimed Omega
She shook her head, biting her lip.
‘Didn’t think so,’ he murmured, then he kissed her again, with more fervency this time.
No more questions.
No more restraint.
Only the answer of mouths, the fire of tongues, and the truth that sparked between them like stars in collision.
SOLEIL
As his mouth met hers again, the world seemed to disappear.
The sounds outside and around them faded, and it was just the two of us in that quiet moment.
Lips melded, hearts palpitating, fingers stroking and exploring, over her clothes.
He pinched her nipples, then licked and sucking them through the fabric of her top, even as his hands glided between her legs.
He slid a hand under her leggings to stroke her pussy, and she arched her spine, wanting his fingers deeper in her.
His clasp was everything.
Strong, sinewed, firm, even as their tongues danced.
Each stroke and lick only fanned the flames that snaked to her pussy, scorching her clit and pulsing through her wet.
A storm was brewing, but on this pinnacle, all that mattered was the feel of his lips against hers, his hands working her to a lather.
It was like an electric current was coursing through her veins, and she set herself adrift in the moment.
Soleil reached for his hair, sunk her fingers in his locks, and held on for dear life as he ravaged her mouth, melting into his touch.
Moments later, he pushed her back until her spine hit the back of the divan.
He consumed her, his hands mapping the curves of her body.
She let him, urging him on with her cries.
She had never been so lost in the moment, so absorbed by passion, yet here she was, in his living room, moving with abandon against the man who had consumed her thoughts for weeks.
Santi’s eyes burned into hers, and the air around them split with a resonant crack.
The spectral echo of his wolf surged from his torso, an immense, shimmering beast of gold-veined violet rising above them.
The beautiful lycan lifted its head and howled with pure, electric force.
Bolts of violet energy coiled around them, dancing like celestial veins.
Soleil’s breath caught as the wolf’s majestic presence enveloped her.
Feelings she had suppressed unfurled from her soul as their bodies moved together, synchronized with the wildness of the moment.
Santi groaned, burying himself in her neck. ‘So good, sofokkin’ amazing.’
She had never experienced touch so fierce and consuming. Santi worshiped her body with a reverence that unraveled her.
When his mouth found her collarbone, she whimpered, her nails scoring his back.
