“That’s right, trouble,” I murmur against her mouth. “That’s my cock making you come just bytouchingyou.”
Her nails bite into my skin so intently that I begin to bleed.
But I don’t fucking care.
She feels too good on my lap for me to stop.
And I tell her that with my tongue as I kiss her deeply, forcing her to accept this, to accept us, to acceptme.
By the time I’m done introducing her to my talents, she’s quivering as violently as my tattoos, and I lay her out on the bed.
Then I lick a path down her sweet form, pausing at her tits before continuing to the prize below.
“Oh, pretty mystery, your clit is fucking swollen,” I tell her before tenderly stroking the source of her pleasure.
She bows off the bed, but I hold her down with my hand against her stomach.
“Shh,” I hush her. “I’m going to kiss it better.”
“Thorns,” she hisses when I seal my mouth around her.
She grabs my hair, yanking at my head, but I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied. She tastes too good and feels too amazing for me to consider pausing now.
I lick her deep.
Kiss her.
Lick her again.
Suckle her.
And smile when she starts to pant just like before.
Hades once told me about an Omega’s penchant for coming on repeat, how they’re practically insatiable while in heat, and I’m seeing how true those claims were now.
Because Sera is no longer trying to pull me away. She’s practically pushing me against her pussy and demandingmore.
I slide two fingers into her to apply some pressure and drive her toward oblivion with my tongue against her clit.
By the time she’s falling apart again, she’s barely coherent.
So I climb back up her body and kiss her for a while, allowing her to recover from the intensity, and simply indulge my need to be close to her. To hold her. Toworshipher.
It’s such a bizarre need. So unique to her. Yet I’ve never felt more important than I do right now as she clings to me. It’s like I’m her source of life. Her anchor in this reality. Her one true path.
And I fucking love being that for her.
Protecting her goes beyond the desire to guard her. It’s about ensuring her happiness, too. Pleasuring her.Making her smile up at me like she is right now…
“You look lust-drunk,” I murmur, amused as she presses against me like a content little kitten.
“I want to make you lust-drunk, too,” she says, sounding sleepy and a tad delirious. “Can I lick your cock, Maliki? Taste you?”
My eyebrow wings upward. “You never have to ask permission to lick me, trouble. I’m yours to touch and fondle and play with as you wish.”
She smiles, her eyes closing. “Mmm, ’kay.”
I chuckle. “Something tells me you’re not going to stay awake long enough to properly play with me.”
