Page 78 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

“Are you alright?” I ask, touching his arm gently. His skin is warm beneath my fingers.

He nods a bit too quickly. “Yeah, I’m… I’m good. It’s just… you’re really close.”

My cheeks warm, and suddenly, I’m very aware of the minimal space between us. “Oh, I… I didn’t realize. Should I move back?”

“No,” Dash says, his voice barely above a whisper. “This is fine. More than fine, actually.”

We lock eyes again, the breathing exercise forgotten as the air between us crackles with unspoken tension. My heart races, and I can hear blood rushing in my ears.

Arousal pools low in my belly as he stares at me, his gaze intense and hungry. It isn’t just an alpha looking at his omega, but a man desiring another. His pupils dilate, dark and deep, and he licks his lips. The simple action sends a shiver down my spine.

I press a hand to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palm. Gently, I push him back onto the bed, myown breath coming faster now. The world narrows to just this moment, just us, as we teeter on the edge of something new and exhilarating.

“What are you doing?” he questions but lies down, his eyes tracking me as I throw one leg over his body to straddle him.

“Distracting you.” I whip my shirt off and toss it across the room. “Is it working?”

Dash swallows hard, looking between my eyes and the newly exposed skin of my torso. “Yes,” he admits, his voice hoarse. “God, yes, it’s working.”

I lean down and place my hands on either side of his head, my hair curtaining us off from the world. His breath hitches, and I feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of his arousal mixing with mine.

“Good,” I murmur, my lips a mere inch from his. “Because I want you to focus on me, Dash. On us. On this.”

I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against his. He responds immediately, his hands coming up to grip my hips and pulling me down against him. The kiss is fierce and passionate, a testament to the desperation and longing we both feel.

He breaks away, gasping for breath. “Aria, are you sure about this? I don’t want to do something you aren’t ready for.”

I smile, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingertips. “I’m sure, Dash. I want this. I want you.”

He needs no further encouragement. In one swift, fluid movement, he flips us over, the soft mattress beneath us yielding to his strength. His body covers mine, a warm, familiar weight that sends a thrill coursing through me. He kisses me deeply, his lips soft yet insistent, his tongue exploring my mouth with a slow, sensual rhythm that makes my toes curl.

His hands begin a leisurely journey across my body, tracing the curves and dips he knows as well as his own. His touch isreverent, like a traveler rediscovering sacred ground. He cups my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my cheekbone, before sliding down to trace the line of my jaw and the column of my neck. I shiver beneath him, my body responding to his familiar yet always thrilling caress, and goosebumps rise on my skin like a tiny, silent applause.

I gasp as he trails kisses down my neck, his stubble scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in its wake. He lingers at the base of my throat, where my pulse flutters wildly. He presses a gentle, closed-mouth kiss there, as if to soothe my frantic heartbeat, before continuing downwards, his lips blazing a path of heat and desire.

He takes his time, lavishing attention on every inch of me. His lips glide over my collarbone, his tongue dips into the hollow of my throat, and his hands mold my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the peaks until they harden under his touch. I writhe beneath him, my body aching with need. Each touch, each kiss, and each softly murmured endearment sends sparks of pleasure skittering across my skin.

When he finally reaches the waistband of my jeans, I’m more than ready. My body is taut with anticipation, my senses heightened. I feel the warmth of his breath, the roughness of his fingertips as he unbuttons my jeans, and the coolness of the air as he slowly peels them off me.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice a low rumble that resonates deep within me. I comply, and he slides my jeans down, tossing them aside. He does the same with his own, and then he’s back, his body pressed against mine, skin to skin. The contact sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I arch into him, eager for more.

He kisses me again, sliding his hand between my legs and stroking me gently. I’m already wet and wanting, and histouch sends ripples of pleasure through me. He takes his time exploring, his fingers tracing the most intimate parts of me. He circles my clit with his thumb while his fingers slide inside, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I arch into his touch, a moan escaping my lips.

“Dash,” I whisper, my voice ragged with desire. “I need you. Please.”

He groans, positioning himself at my entrance. He pauses and looks deep into my eyes, seeking confirmation. His eyes are a storm of desire and tenderness, a reflection of my own longing. I nod and wrap my legs around his waist, urging him on.

He pushes into me slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. I feel every inch of him filling me, completing me. Our bodies fit together perfectly, two pieces of a puzzle that only make sense when united. He starts to move, setting a rhythm that’s both tender and passionate. Each thrust is a declaration, each withdrawal a promise.

Our bodies move in sync, a dance as old as time yet uniquely ours. His hands grip mine, our fingers entwining as our breaths mingle and our scents blend. The room is filled with the sounds of our lovemaking, the soft whispers of endearments, and the rustling of sheets.

“Bite me,” I beg.

Dash stills, looking down at me with a mix of surprise and hunger. “Are you sure, Aria?” he asks, his voice a low growl, the alpha in him stirring at my request.

I nod, exposing my neck to him, submitting to his dominance. “I want to feel that connection with you, Dash. I want to be marked as yours.”

A low rumble echoes from his chest, a sound of primal possession and desire. He leans down, his breath hot on my neck. I feel his teeth graze my skin, a promise of the claim he’s about to make.

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