Page 52 of Shattered Omega

“This is a good lesson,” I told her, hand tangling in her hair as I felt myself reaching my limit.

Nah.

Not yet, I wasn’t ready.

I halted her movement, fist in her hair. “I want to see you impale yourself on my cock, Nightshade.”

She drew back, releasing my shaft with her fist and crawled forward, adjusting the lace of her panties so she could take me.

“Slow, beautiful.”

I wanted to watch every moment of it.

She didn’t disappoint, biting her lip with the cutest frown as she sank over me, a cute mewl in her chest as she settled right above my knot.

“Good girl.” I dragged her back into an arch and leaned forward, easily nudging her lacy bra out of the way and catching her nipple in my teeth. She moaned, clutching me desperately. “I want you to fuck me real good and slow,” I told her, releasing her hair and leaning back.

She adjusted her position for maximum control and started to slide up and down over me so beautifully. I could see the slick glistening on my length from how turned on she was.

“A little faster.”

The video was now discussing the oven temperature. I think I was taking it in, even as she was making the hottest little noises every time she sank to the base of my cock.

Yup.

I was in heaven as her dark nightshade scent flooded my room, enough to linger in here all week.

Then I heard something on the tutorial, and frowned.

“Wait—why do I have to chill it again?” I asked. “Didn’t it just chill?” I asked. I wish they would explain shitlike that.

I reached for the laptop to rewind it, but Shatter, it seemed, didn’t agree with my concern. She let out a hiss of fury, and the next thing I knew my laptop was slammed shut before it sailed across the room, exploding against my wall.

Heh.

Of course, I’d seen something like that coming a mile off. I’d dug out a very old laptop that was on its last legs anyway, but she didn’t need to know that.

Shatter’s gaze was fixed on me as she continued, this time a lot more aggressively than before, and she was clenching down on me so goddamned tight.

There it was.

I’d wanted to be angry-fucked since the moment I’d seen her climbing the walls with rage when she’d found out about the marriage.

Shatter was delivering, nails digging into my pecs as she dragged her tight little cunt over my length until her own eyes rolled back.

“Knot yourself,” I told her. “Go slow.”

It was so hot, watching her slowly lower herself over my knot, shaking with the orgasm still in her veins.

When she was locked onto me at last, I took her hips, rutting her good until she finished again as I spilled my seed deep into her.

“I love you, Little Nightshade,” I breathed. I drew her close, letting her nuzzle close as my happy purr rumbled to life in my chest, still locked over my knot. When we were like this, it was almost possible to forget everything else.

And besides, I could become a Beef Wellington master another day.

NINETEEN

SHATTER

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