Page 103 of Omega Sanctuary

"Should have worn something with more cleavage," I gasped as he licked his tongue past the linen.

"I will never say no to that." He grinned and looked down at my breasts. "But I can work with this."

He cupped my breasts and I gasped, arcing off the couch. Heat exploded inside me until I was writhing underneath him. I grabbed his hips, pulling him over me so I felt his weight pressed into me.

"Want to feel you," I panted.

"Yes," he said, "You're gorgeous."

I grabbed his hair, pulling it out of its ponytail.

"Zara." He paused and looked down at me. "I just realized."

He sat up a bit more, looking serious for once. "I should tell you, part of my fantasies was later."

"Later sounds good."

Asano kissed my forehead. "No, sweet. I mean the idea of driving you crazy and then when my alpha comes home, him smelling how much you turn me on."

I blinked, the idea in my head all at once. My core clenched, and I wondered if this mysterious alpha would appear, see us fooling around and then...do something about it. Warmth flooded through me, and I whimpered.

Asano exhaled. "It turns you on too."

"Yes. I would be very okay with you reaping the benefits of us touching later on." I pulled his hips against mine, feeling their delicious weight. "I want details, positions. A full report." I nibble his ear for emphasis.

Asano groaned and slid his hands around to my laces. He loosened them up enough to pull my bodice down, and then his mouth was back to my chest, tongue darting further down until it circled a nipple.

I hissed between my teeth, shifting on the couch.

"Zara you're incredible." He pulled a nipple into his mouth, and I stifled a scream.

I wanted more, in a race of heat and color and sound, so much more. "Asano," I panted. "Please, Asano."

He kept at my breasts, sucking on my nipples and squeezing with enough pressure with his hands, until I was an utter wreck.

He smirked at me and kept sucking on my nipple. I whimpered, holding his head. "You're killing me. You say you want me, but yet here you are, destroying me."

He leaned up on his elbows and gave me a mischievous look. "Should I be kissing lower?"

Lower? Did he mean at my core, or was I just too far into lust? "You mean, my stomach?"

"Yes," he said with another grin. "Also lower than your stomach."

I shuddered. "You want to...do that?"

"Want?" He raised his eyebrows. "It featured in every fantasy."

"You don't have to," I started, feeling selfish. I'd barely touched him and he just spent the last hour kissing almost every inch of my body.

He gave me a look and then sat up. He pushed my skirt up around my legs and then brushed his hands down my thighs.

My legs shook, and I whimpered again, each nerve a bundle ready to go off.

"Spread your legs for me," Asano said, his gaze molten. "I want to see how aroused you are."

I shifted my weight and opened my legs. My thighs were sticky, so I didn't think he would have trouble seeing how hot and bothered he'd made me.

"By the fucking saints," he growled. He reached out and dragged two fingers up my core.

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