Page 108 of Star Claimed Omega
‘Naam,’ she whispered. ‘The very worst.’
He held her tighter, his hand curling over the back of her head. ‘Anything you want to share?’
Her lips parted, but Soleil shook her head.
Santi stilled. His jaw locked tight. A thread of fire flickered in his gut.
She was hiding something from him.
Still.
He said nothing. Instead, he inclined and pressed a kiss to one eyelid. Then the other. Her lashes fluttered as she appeared to blink tears away.
He made the only offer he could at this late hour.
‘Let me hold you and take it all away,cariño.’
He bent, swept her into his arms, and carried her back into his bed.
As he lowered her to the sheets and slid beside her, he curled his body around hers.
His breath slowed into rhythmic cadence, his embrace a shield between her and whatever darkness pursued her.
She nestled into his chest, and together they lay suspended in the hush before dawn, his storm, and her silence.
SOLEIL
The next few days unfolded like a fragile dream Soleil was too afraid to wake from.
Every morning, they slept later than they should, tangled in each other’s limbs, the soft hum of the ship rocking them deeperinto the illusion of safety.
She would stir to find him already awake, violet gilded eyes hooded with warmth, a smirk curving his mouth.
Without a word, he would pull her atop him, his favorite way to start the day.
She would follow, gliding her hips over him, sliding his cock into her slippery folds.
Throwing her head back, she sank onto him, her pelvis swirling.
Until their bodies moved in sync, their mouths fused in slow, lazy kisses.
He liked her like that, straddling his lap as he leaned against the headboard, his hands firm on her pelvis, guiding her with a patience that melted her heart.
He kissed her like a starving man tasting fruit for the first time, grateful, and freakin’ insatiable.
When they came together, his shaft splashing white hot cum into her, they cried out.
Lost in ecstasy, collapsing onto each other with harsh breaths.
When they finally rose, flushed and breathless, he padded barefoot into the kitchen to makekahawawhile she toasted bread and cracked synth-eggs into a pan.
Sometimes he’d slide behind her, kissing her neck as she stirred the pot; other times, he just eyed her with that slow, quiet smile, arms crossed, in just shorts, still radiating the heat of their shared bed.
They ate on the terrace, beneath the Sombra’s stars flickering on the simulated dome above them, the lake glimmering silver and blue like moonstone glass.
She sat cross-legged on his lap, his chin resting on her shoulder, her plate balanced in one hand while he fed her bites with the other.
He liked feeding her, whether to feel needed or connected, she wasn’t sure.
