Page 68 of The Omega Trials: Part One

She sighs softly and rolls onto her back in her sleep. It feels like an invitation.

I crawl over her, my head just above where her belly button would be under the shirt. I begin pushing up the material. Everywhere I touch feels electric. Her soft hips. Her smooth sides. Her warm skin.

I slide the shirt over her tits and feel my cock thicken like steel. She still doesn’t stir as I fill my palms with the supple flesh and ghost my thumb over the rosy-pink tip. It pebbles under my touch, and she only hums unconsciously.

Somehow, it makes perfect sense that this is how it would be. Her asleep, docile, malleable. She’s put herself in my bed and given me complete control, full surrender. After everything between us, of course this is how it should be.

If she’s asleep, she’s not fighting, and I can be slow, soft,sweet.

If she’s asleep, it doesn’t have to be cataclysmic. There will be time enough for that, but right now, right here, it’s about accepting her gift with gratitude.

Gratitude, I think as I lower my mouth to her nipple and tease the sweet bud with my lips before tracing it with my tongue. Her breath hitches and I freeze, continuing only once I know she hasn’t woken. A small part of me is disappointed, but a larger part is thrilled, thrumming with desire to taste and explore every beautiful inch of her, unrushed.

I begin with dragging my lips down her sternum and over my carvings on her chest. The feel of the rough, cut skin in contrast to the rest of her makes a proud possessiveness swirl inside me. This time, when the rut starts seeping into my veins, it’s a lulling tide, not a rocky storm. It spreads smooth and even, like a steady high rather than a strong hit all at once.

It heightens every sensation. Her sweet neroli and vanilla scent is a rush I want to drown in. Her stomach feels like velvet as I kiss my way down to the dip of her pelvis. Even in her sleep, the wetness between her thighs builds. Especially when I settle on my stomach between her legs, bringing her knees to either side of my shoulders.

She moans when I spread her pussy with my thick tongue. The sound, the taste, it makes my heart trip and stumble. I feel like I’m in free fall.

She begins to rock lightly into me, and my chest hums with desire and pride. I want to make her feel good. I want her to use me. And somehow, it’s easier like this, in the dark as she wriggles gently, stuck in between sleep and wakefulness, pleasure and dreams.

But I’m awake. I’m wide awake. And drinking in every single second of this stolen moment.

“Titus.”Her whisper floats over my skin like butterfly wings, soft, angelic.

“Shh,” I whisper, pushing onto my knees. Her eyelids are heavy with sleep as they flutter, showing me flashes of light gold. I bunch her shirt together above her tits and lift it above herchin. Her mouth opens for me to stuff the fabric between her teeth.

“Quiet now.” I kiss her cheek above the shirt. “Let me make you feel good.”

She keeps the fabric in her mouth while I slide back down her body. There’s a new buzzing sensation now that I know she’s awake. It feels more illicit now that she is.

I press my lips against the crease between her hip and thigh and slide two fingers into her dripping heat to the sound of her muffled moans. My cock presses into the mattress, and I find myself rocking into the surface in sync with her needy, stifled sounds.

I stroke her clit with the flat of my tongue, and she bucks into me. A satisfied rumble spills from my lips and I lap it up along with her arousal. She draws her knees up and arches her back, her pussy fluttering around my fingers. Her movements become hungrier, more demanding.

I answer every demand, parting her thighs, holding them wide with my hands, fingers digging into her flesh. She’s not getting away until she’s coming apart under me,becauseof me.

I thrust harder into the mattress, my cock aching. I want to bottom out inside her but not as bad as I want her to break with ecstasy.

She frantically cries into the fabric gag, and I’m struck with a realization like an arrow to the chest. I want her to break but not be broken. I want her whole. Whole andmine.

Pleasure wracks her body, and I’m so close to following her over the edge. I’m caught in her whirlwind. Her hands twist in the sheets. A raw moan climbs up my throat, and I’m about to bust into the sheets when suddenly she draws up her knees and kicks me hard in the forehead with her heel.

I drop into darkness.

My head throbs.

Her smell is gone. In its place, the dry, papery scent of old books.

I blink my eyes open, something hard under my head.

I sit up with a groan. The lantern is burned out. Silver moonlight streams over the table and the open book I fell asleep in.

As I groggily pack up my things, the dream begins to fade, and with it the taste of her on my tongue.

1. Play “Night Drive” by Hxnry

All the Damn Time

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