Page 199 of Star Claimed Omega
She hissed as he slid in to the hilt, her thighs coming up around him, hands to his tight ass, pulling him deeper.
He groaned as he began tofokkher, long and deep, every thrust pushing her into the silken coverings under her.
They moved together, breathless, bound in sweat and shadow, their limbs tangled in the hush of his quarters.
The world outside was quiet, irrelevant.
Only she existed for him; the curve of her body, the hitch of her exhalation, the wildfire in her eyes.
He shifted to kiss her, and she lifted a finger to his mouth, still wet with her own essence.
‘I love you,’ she whispered.
Santi’s muscles locked.
His breath caught in his throat, hovering just above her, trembling, overwhelmed with sensation.
His gaze fixed on hers, searching. ‘What did you say?’
Soleil’s hands were at his jaw, gentle, steady, as her lips curved again.
‘I love you, Santi.’
The words hit him like a meteor through his chest.
His soul jostled in his ribs. He stared down at her, stunned, the heat of her confession lingering in the space between them.
‘Is that right?’ he rasped, not because he doubted her, but because it undid him.
She nodded. ‘You had my heart from the start. I didn’t know how to trust it, but now it’s marked with your name.’
His eyes lit with a fierce and bright inferno.
‘I love you more, Soleil,’ he growled. ‘You’ve evolved into my sun, my reason for rising. I’d move the heavens and planets so you never, ever have to wonder about my commitment to you, for now and eternity.’
She stared at him, wonder swimming in her gaze, her fingers brushing his cheek. ‘May I?’
He stilled again, arms braced over her.
He knew what she meant. She didn’t have to explain.
Without a word, he tilted his head and offered her his neck.
Her lips met his skin with care, her fangs extending slowly.
His entire body jolted at the contact, and he let out a guttural, shaky breath as heat bloomed outward from where her incisors sank into his flesh.
Aether trembled.
Lightning, red, silver, violet, crackled through the air, tracing along their spines, arcing over the cot in fractured bursts of cosmic light.
His spectral wolf shimmered behind his eyes; hers glowed like a flame within her own.
Her mark burned into his neck, her sigil etched beside his pulse.
She pulled back, panting.
‘Marked for life,’ he murmured, awestruck.
