Page 89 of Star Claimed Omega
She scarcely had time to catch her breath before he carried her across the room, his prowling stride surging, his gaze never leaving hers.
As he lowered her to the bed, the mattress welcomed her with warmth still left from his body. He leaned over her, one arm braced beside her head, his exhalation ghosting over her skin.
‘You want this?’ he rasped, eyes boring into her.
‘Naam,’ she breathed, the word scarcely audible. ‘I need you so much, Santi.’
He kissed her, and the world fell away.
His lips were soft yet urgent; starlight and heat.
Her moan caught between their mouths as he deepened the kiss.
One hand cradled her jaw while the other swept down her side, branding a path of fire over her robe.
Every touch sparked. Each sigh fed the wildfire they shared.
Her hands moved on instinct, threading into his hair and pulling him closer as he kissed her like she was sacred, rare, and so precious.
He broke the kiss only to brush his lips over her cheek, her jaw, the hollow of her throat, worshiping her with reverence wrapped in desire.
The air shimmered around them with violet light.
He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing hard.
‘You’re in my blood now,’ he rasped. ‘Fokkit all,cariño, I don’t think I could let you go if I tried.’
She didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
She tugged him back down to her with a fierce kiss of her own.
And together, they surrendered to the fire they could not outrun.
SANTI
Hell, his woman had hands of pure magic.
Santi canted his hips into them as she pumped his cock long and hard.
Her nipple was in his mouth, and he bit down as his ecstasy raced toward a peak.
Plumping her tit, he tugged even more of her into him as her harsh moans went into overdrive.
His other hand worked her slit, three fingers deep, and his thumb flicked her clit.
Their wild loving kept building until, with a groan, they both came in intense shudders.
His cum splashed over her skin as his fingers worked between her legs, giving her sensual stroking, his mouth on her breast, her hands gliding, squeezing, and pumping his cock.
The wild energy he possessed flamed over them in an orchid and gold bloom, as Santi buried his head in her nape and sank his canines into her skin.
Not enough to penetrate, but so much so that she gasped at the pain and ecstasy of it.
He was widening her thighs and sinking his still hard cock into her, claiming her as his own in the most primal way.
He threw his head back and gave a silent, long howl as he shuddered with even more bliss, and her pussy rippled as her second orgasm surged through her.
