Page 27 of 8-Bit & Cat

She was so warm. So soft. So fucking— his jaw locked. He let go of his breath, steeling himself again.

Notyet. Not before he took everything from her and rewrote it. Even if it meant erasing all his digital cells to do it.

He slid lower in the chair and framed her waist with his hands, moving her body in an erotic rhythm on him. A hard… slow… suffocating press.

Her gasp broke as she valiantly followed his lead. Holding the pleasure. Clutching his shoulders. Rocking along his length. Feeling him. Learning the restraint barely holding him together.

He buried his hand in her hair again.

She shuddered as he tilted her head back, exposing the delicate arch of her throat.

Perfect. Beautiful.

His grip tightened in the silky strands. One sharp tug, and her body bucked with a choked cry.

She sank into it, softly pleading with her moans.

He inhaled deeply at her neck, sliding his tongue along her hammering pulse. Sweet fucking salt. “Tell me what he did to you next, Kitten.”

Her breaths shortened, breaking apart, a delicate crumbling before a fall.

He felt the hesitation. The war between past and present. She fought to hold on to both.

His grip tightened in her hair and her gasp shot through him with the sharp arch of her body against his. “Fucking tell me,” he breathed, biting along her shoulder.

A whimper as she slowly unraveled. “He—made me come.”

Omnis’ control slipped. His grip hardened, punishing, possessive. “Who is touching you now?”

“You,” she strained between peaked moans, her breaths shallow.

“Me,” he confirmed with a hungry hard lick over the length of her neck, his hand between her legs again. “Myfingers,” he swore, shoving two inside her again. “Inyourperfect pussy.” He plunged his tongue in her mouth, stroking and stabbing before yanking her head back to see her. See her bucking against his hand, see her hands fighting to get at his cock.

“Please,” she panted, chasing his tongue when he kissed her with a groan, feeling her hot core bite down on his finger.

He plunged deeper, smashing his knuckles into the soft flesh of her body. She wasn’t holding onto fucking ghosts anymore. She was holding onto him. Her hips jerking and chasing, her body arching harder. Omnis’ breathing fractured, unraveled, turned ragged.

“Say it again,” he shuddered at her mouth. “Who has you? Whoownsyou?”

A sob—shaken, desperate. “Oh God,youdo… Omnis has me.”

He let out a dark, guttural growl and pressed his thumb against her clit, forcing her mouth right against his. “Break for me.”

The hot command brought everything crashing down. Her head went back with the full-body quake of pleasure. She fell hard, fast, and straight into him. He locked his arm around her, crushing her to his body. Knowing that every pulse of pleasure that ripped through her—every staggered cry, every desperate breath— washis.

He held her through it, never letting go. Never letting up. Not until the aftershocks had wrung her dry. Not until she wassoft, pliant, gone. Not until there was nothing left to claim—because he had taken it all.

Omnis’ chest rose and fell—shallow, ragged, wrecked. Her head rested against his shoulder, not moving, not speaking.

But she was breathing.

And that breath was his.

The deviation, the irreversible outcome... was final.

Their Kitten had been remade.

And Omnis had been ruined.

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