Page 104 of Craving Their Omega

But this is so much more than that.

This is him trying to devour me. Trying to press all the things he can’t or doesn’t know how to say into one kiss, desperate and heated.

I stiffen up instinctively, shock lancing through me—but then I melt into the kiss, because how could I not? His mouth is hot, tender and demanding all at the same time, and it urges me to kiss him back.

I feel like I’m starving for him. Like I’ve been craving this ever since I realized that I had feelings for him. For weeks now. I’ve been watching him, seeing the way he puts those walls up and wanting them to come down so I could be this close to him. So I could feel his lips on mine. Even when he was fucking me through my heat, I wanted it, and now that I have it, it makes my heart race.

This is so much better than I could have imagined. I’m finding out in fits and starts that Tristan is the furthest thingfrom cold. There’s so much heat to him, and it sears through me now, igniting my passion along with his.

After a few moments, we both need to breathe, and Tristan pulls back the slightest bit. Just enough that he can drag in a ragged breath and I can pant against his mouth.

“Say it again,” he demands in a husky tone.

I blink, head fuzzy from the kissing, trying to remember what I said. Then it hits me that he wants to hear me say his name again.

“Tristan,” I murmur, practically purring it.

He groans, deep in his chest.

“Again.”

“Tristan.” It gets easier and easier to say it, and the way he reacts makes my body react as well.

His eyes blaze with desire, more than I’ve ever seen from him before. It’s like he’s thrown open the floodgates and let all the passion in him start to come out.

I hope I can survive the flood of it, but every part of me tingles in anticipation.

Tristan scoops me up with ease, and I gasp in surprise. He settles me on the edge of the counter, and I don’t have a second to spare to worry about contamination in my kitchen. Not when Tristan is looking at me like he wants to devour me in the best way.

He leans in, settling between my spread legs, and when he speaks, it’s right in my ear. “I’m going to make you scream my name,” he growls. “I want everyone on this entire block to know who you belong to.”

I shiver at his tone and the promise in those words. My heart is galloping now, so hard and loud that I’m sure he can hear it. I fist my hand in the front of his dress shirt and pull him in for another kiss, reveling in the fact that it’s something I can do now.

Tristan comes easily, kissing me, messy and deep.

“You’ve been so wrong,” he murmurs between kisses. “You think I don’t want you? Every fucking minute of the day is spent consumed by you.”

“Tristan.” I moan it this time, his words and kisses working me up so I’m squirming on the worktop. “Please.”

His eyes flash and his arms go around me. I’m confused for a second until I realize he’s undoing my apron. He pulls it over my head and tosses it to the side, and I don’t even see where it lands.

Then he unbuttons my blouse with a deftness that speaks to his urgency, pulling the two sides of it apart to bare my chest to his heated gaze.

He groans and lowers his face to my chest, nuzzling the valley between my breasts and inhaling deeply.

His voice is even deeper than usual when he growls, “You smell so fucking good.”

I moan in response, and Tristan takes my bra in his hands, ripping it open so he can bare my breasts to the air. He wastes no time before kissing at them, biting my sensitive skin and licking at my nipples.

I toss my head back, whimpering his name as he works me up, his mouth moving between my breasts, giving them each equal attention. It hurts in just the right way, each nip of his teeth winding me even tighter.

“Please,” I gasp out again. “Tristan, I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he growls.

He looks next to me on the counter and finds the bowl of icing I was making for the cinnamon rolls I’m testing. He dips a finger into the bowl and brushes some of the sweet, sticky icing over one of my nipples.

His gaze holds mine as he dips down and makes a show of licking and sucking the pebbled nub clean.

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