Page 82 of Star Claimed Omega
She clung to him, to his heat and strength, the staggering intimacy of it all.
He was no longer a stranger.
He was her storm, and she, his inferno.
‘You want just a little more?’ he whispered, hoarse, breathy, ragged, gravelly.
She lost all reason, desperate for him.
‘Give me everything,’ she breathed.
He gave her another narrowed look,
‘Don’t agree to one night with me. I might haunt you for the rest of your life,’ he murmured.
‘I don’t care.’
She didn’t; she was that pent up with need for him.
His lips quirked, then they went to work searing her, sucking and biting her lower lip as he unbuttoned her top.
Both hands, heated and veined, reached for her tits, and, thrusting her bra up, he freed them.
Soleil moaned when his scorching mouth fell on them.
Suckling, pulling, teasing, driving her to oblivion.
She stared at him, loving her, then at the energy arcing around them, lashing them with even more bliss.
Her head flew back, hair flying.
All that mattered was the feel of his lips against hers, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the cyclone.
Then he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy, his voice velvet gritted across her heated skin. ‘Trust me,misol.’
He pulled away and turned her around without another word, pressing her front to the back of the lounge.
His hands were everywhere, exploring, teasing, and driving her wild with desire.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she succumbed to the intensity of the passion that took hold of her.
She caught the sound of unzipping, followed by the rustle of his clothes being divested.
Then he tugged her leggings down, and a solid, sinewed, muscled thigh, its hairs prickling her tender inner leg, separated her own.
‘You sure?’ came her last-ditch opportunity to bail out.
‘Stop talking already,’ she breathed, hugging the couch she was leaning on with one hand, hips surging back as his heated cock hit her ass, scorching her skin.
She swiveled and reached behind her on instinct, hands closing around the thick, pulsing steel rod.
Soleil gasped, wanting him inside hernow.
‘Don’t regret this,’ he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and heavy, his voice a seductive mix of velvet and gravel as he thrust into her fist.
‘I won’t. Make me forget.’
His chest rumbled. ‘I’ll do more than that. I’ll make you remember this forever.’
