Page 64 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
A sob catches in her throat as he twitches inside her, knocking against that point that has her seeing stars. “Yes,” she whimpers. “Bite me.”
Their love making is lazy and lingering, as if they both want the moment to stretch on forever. He clutches her close, his mouth at her neck and her shoulder and her breasts, one hand spread across her back, holding her in place, the other gripping her thigh, helping to move her. She grinds her hips into him, around and around, edging them both upwards as she rakes hers nails up and down his broad back.
He’s so strong, so vast, and she always feels so insignificant against him, so fragile and small, and she loves how sometimes he’ll treat her like the most valuable object he owns, soothing and stroking her, his touch softer than falling snow, and then the next he’ll work her hard, driving into her, stretching her and pulling her, giving her the full power of his body until she’s bruised and spent.
He lifts his chin from her skin and peers into her face. At this moment his eyes are so blue they are almost silver, the colour of morning light. When she comes, he watches her, his gaze swimming all over her features, eating up her expressions, and it sends her even higher to be watched like that. Then he grunts and his other hand finds her arse too as he thrusts up into her and she bends her head forward, exposing the nape of her neck to him, her gland so tense it makes her eyes stream.
She feels his hot tongue on the sensitive skin first and the sensation is so glorious she tumbles straight into the abyss a second time, hardly aware of what she is or how she’s here. Then there’s the suck of his lips, tugging her gland into his mouth and finally the sharp cut of his teeth through her flesh. She screams, the pain so vivid, and time itself stops and she ceases to exist.
His bite sinks deeper, until the breath at the back of his mouth blasts against her skin. He stays like that, his jaws clamped onto her. She writhes and wriggles in his arms, pain morphing into such pleasure she feels as if only his arms are keeping her grounded, anchored. If not she’d be floating off towards the heavens. She’s too high, too full, too much, and too loved. And just when she thinks she can take no more, he draws back his teeth with a long sigh and licks and laps at the fresh wound, hushing her with nonsense words she can’t catch in her befuddled brain.
She collapses forward, panting in his arms, and his fingertips trail up and down her spine. When she draws back, he’s smiling up at her, his lips stained red with her blood, “I love you.”
She kisses his nose. “I love you too.”
“Are you okay, my little Omega?”
How can she answer? There are no words, no words at all. She nods, the tears still running down her cheeks, and strokes the contours of his beautiful face. He swipes away the wetness with his tongue.
“Every bit of you tastes divine. Like the ripest of peaches.” He glances over her shoulder. “We going to look, then?”
“Not yet,” she says, twining her arms around his neck and kissing him again.
***THE END***
