Page 97 of Foxy Filthy Omega

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

I squeezed her ass again. “Why would I care when you smell so fucking good that I want to taste every inch of you?”

Her breath caught and she pressed herself against me, her damn pussy trying to squeeze me through our clothes.

Her eyelids drooped ever so slightly, her lips parted in pleasure this time instead of shock. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” she murmured. “Not only am I another alpha, but I’m also a senior detective. One who’s at least five years older than you.”

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I closed my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning again. I’d forgotten that she was older than me and being reminded of it now was doing insane things to my head.

Frankie rolled her hips and I lost the battle for my self-restraint and groaned at the sensation of her pussy dragging along the entirety of my length.

I squeezed her ass, imagining what it might feel like to slip inside with her on top of me, bouncing on it until I burst…and if she held onto my hair while she did so? God, it would be fucking perfect.

There was a small bit of rationality left, warning me we shouldn’t be doing this, but I was too far gone to care – the thought of her riding me, or maybe flipping her over to slide those tiny fucking shorts to the side so I could bury myself deep inside…

My pants were damp from her pussy and my precum.

I was holding her so tightly she was definitely going to bruise but I couldn’t make myself let go of her. I couldn’t stop rubbing her against me either, slowly pressing her up and then down just to do it all over again.

Frankie didn’t let me do all the work though. She followed my lead and rolled her hips, letting out a soft moan when Ihelped her increase the pressure.Fuck, she was warm. So warm and soft against me.

Closing my eyes didn’t help me regain any control either.

I couldn’t remember what I was even doing here or why but the sound of my name on her lips erased every thought other than one: I needed to mark her.

My blood was boiling and my skin prickling. The violent urge to take her—breedher rose and then fell just to rise again, following the rhythm of her hips.

Her scent teased me.

I was salivating at the thought of tasting her…kissing her.

Brushing my lips against her throat, I inhaled deeply, taking in her essence until it became a part of me.

In the back of my mind, I knew this was a mistake – that I should be worried about the way I was reacting to her, but I couldn’t stop myself. There was just no way. Not when she felt this good.

Having Francesca wrapped around me like this made me feel like I was safe from the rest of the world. I could be vulnerable without worrying about what others might do or say – calling meweakfor desiring softness.

“Francesca…” I whispered her name against her throat, right where I wanted to mark her. “You smell like temptation – the arrival of spring after the harshest winter.”

“Stop.” Her voice trembled but she didn’t smell like she was afraid.

“I can’t,” I admitted.

Licking from her collarbone to her earlobe had the flavor of lavender, honey, and tangerines exploding on my tongue.

At this rate, I’d never be able to stop.

I needed her—needed to see her needme.

“Please,” I whispered against her skin. “Let me taste you. I promise—I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

“Soren,” the way she groaned my name, soundingbreathless…

I looked up at her, knowing I’d never forget the expression she was making right now.

She looked like she was about to fall apart just from the pleasure of grinding against me and it scared her, but she was still holding on to me like she knew I’d never let her fall on her own.

I kissed just under her jaw and squeezed her even tighter so she couldn’t go anywhere. “Please, Francesca. I need you.”

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