Page 177 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Ambrose growls, lowering his hand between us. He grabs the leotard, shoving it to the side.

He plays his fingers through the wet folds of my pussy.

Then he undoes his belt one-handed, while continuing to nip and kiss down my neck, before unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his hard cock.

“Ready, good Omega?” Ambrose murmurs.

I kiss him in answer, pulling him closer by his shoulders.

Ambrose thrusts slowly into me.

This isn’t like when he rutted me, during my heat.

He truly is making love to me.

He doesn’t break eye contact, as he sinks into me, slow and deep. He’s making sure that I feel every inch.

Surely, he can’t go any deeper?

Except, he does.

He’s huge.

Ambrose kisses me, and I relax, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of being dominated by his cock. He raises up, before pushing in again, changing the angle.

This time, he hits the spot perfectly, which sends electric sparks through me.

My eyelashes flutter. My toes curl.

Ambrose notices and repeats the motion, agonizingly slowly.

“Again.” I claw at his back. “Faster.”

Ambrose doesn’t speed up, however, he maintains his steady pace. He forces me to feel every glorious, tormenting inch of him on each thrust, while never breaking eye contact.

It’s intimate on a whole new level.

When I try to turn my head, he gently holds me by the chin.

“Let me make love to you.” Ambrose’s expression is serious. “Let me show you what you mean to me.”

I can feel it through the bond: his all-encompassing, obsessive love.

I lie still, allowing him to show me in every powerful roll of his hips.

We’re in this together.

We always were, and I simply didn’t know it.

Emotions swell up in me.

I’m caught on the edge between tears and joy.

I’m shaking.

“I’m g-going to c-come,” I pant.

“Then come.” Ambrose studies me with blown wide pupils.

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