Page 83 of Star Claimed Omega
As he growled, his finger curled into her slit, making her gasp.
He flicked her clit, and she almost lost it.
‘So wet for me,’ he breathed.
Reclaiming his cock, he lined it up, and with a snarled growl, he plunged into her, filling her tightness with his thick, heated length.
Soleil flung her head back and screamed into the storm, hands scrabbling along the divan for purchase.
As he thrust deeper, the spectral squall raged on as if their spirits and souls were responding to the intensity of their love.
His gravelly rasp breathed over her shoulder as he murmured words in a lexicon she didn’t understand, but somehow comprehended.
In between their ardent, passionate ecstasy, he picked and pulled at her nipples, flicked them, and kept her thighs apart as his other hand went untamed on her clit.
His mouth, hot and wet, fell onto Soleil’s upper arm and nape, kissing, nipping, sucking on her skin.
Her nails dug into one of his arms, which banded around her.
Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, each touch a symphony of desire. Her moans mingled with the sound of the storm, lost in this moment, in the wild, an unbridled passion that overtook her.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her neck, his voice a growl in her ear, his hands tweaking her puffy, swollen nipples.
‘So beautiful, woman,’ he whispered, pounding into her with a frenzied intensity.
Her heart raced, her mind a swirling vortex of lust and fear, as she clung to the sofa and swirled her hips back, chasing her ecstasy.
It came in a colossal wave that crashed over her.
She shook as the orgasm hit hard, a tidal deluge of pleasure and release that threatened to consume her whole being.
She screamed, her voice swallowed in the cyclone that seemed to echo her passion, so close to blacking out from the sheer bliss of it all.
Still, on and on, it rolled over her, her entire essence convulsing, her moans echoing through the storm.
He clung to her, fingers digging into her skin, his inhales coming in ragged gasps as he pumped harder.
At that moment, she sensed the ultimate tempest had been unleashed within her - a wild, untamed ecstasy that overtook her body, mind, and soul.
He thrust one more time, his hips pounding into her as he groaned out his release, collapsing on her back, where he shuddered, his breath in harsh intakes.
She slumped on the divan backrest, her breath ragged, her limbs pulsating.
He pulled out of her with slow care, his fingers still trailing along her sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine.
He turned her, eyes locked onto hers, satisfaction and desire curling in their depths.
He leaned in and whispered into her ear in that velvet snarl that was so freakin’ possessive.
‘Mierda. Eresmisolymiluz.’
She understood a few of the words, and her face flushed red.
She had never been any man’s precious light, let alone his sun.
Hearing him say the utterance almost made her believe it.
Swaying forward, unable to resist him, she reached for him, heart racing, mind reeling from the intensity of the experience she had just shared with him.
