Page 84 of Star Claimed Omega
His lips captured hers in another searing kiss as the spectral storm above and around them continued to rage.
The atmosphere seemed tinged with a sense of whirlwind encounter, a wild, untamed fierceness that she understood, even then, had forever transformed me.
Enveloped in his arms, Soleil realized this was the meaning of life for her.
A connection so intense and all-consuming that it defied all reason.
This was no ordinary passion but a force of nature, a hurricane of desire threatening to upend her entire world.
His eyes gleamed with hunger and possessiveness as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.
He leaned forward and gave her an unexpected soft press of his lips on her forehead, then lower to give her one last searing kiss.
When they pulled apart, they were both panting.
They stared at each other, and at the same time, his spectral wolf shimmered and flashed on the ceiling above.
It was wild, like they’d been hit with a divine spark.
Soleil shook to her core, trembling,gone for him.
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Chapter 14
SANTIAGO
Santi lay sprawled naked across the long sofa, the back of his hand resting on his forehead, chest rising with the slow, heavy rhythm of satiation.
His skin still thrummed, his pulse settling into a steady cadence.
Beside him, Soleil curled into his side, one bare thigh draped possessively over his, the swell of her breast pressing against his ribs as she sighed.
Her lips, soft, wet, dazed, curved into the ghost of a smile as their gazes met and lingered.
He stared at her like she was a star fallen before him and didn’t know it yet.
Fokk, she was astounding.
He sensed their incredible connection; the inevitable soul-to-soul knotting, as the spectral lycan spirit within him growled with pleasure.
They were fated.
It was evident in her eyes, in her silences, in the sacred way she held him, in the incandescent detonation of bliss they shared.
There was a preciousness to their lovemaking, a spiritual incandescence where a beauty most holy was born.
What he was experiencing was not just a physical release; it was a profound emotional revelation that this woman was always meant to be his.
He leaned down and kissed her again, long and slow, his hand stroking her hair, their mouths moving like tides drawn to the same moon.
She responded, fingers tangling behind his neck, a lazy, sweet hum against his lips.
They parted breathlessly, noses brushing.
‘Where have you been all my life?’
She smiled and deflected. ‘Not here obviously.’
