Page 51 of Redeeming His Omega Mate

My voice came rough, edged with desperation. “Every fucking minute of the day, I think about you. I think about what it would feel like to touch you, to have your lips on mine, to claim you in ways no one else ever should. I crave you, Tala. And if your plan is to drive me insane with wanting you, then congratulations, it’s working.”

Her expression softened. “You shouldn’t feel this way, Damian. You…” she trailed, as though my confession had left her speechless.

“I told you,” I brought a hand to her chin, trailing the line on her jaw. “I don’t have the energy to deny myself what I want. And it’s you, not Serena, not any other woman. It’s only ever going to be you.”

She shuddered beneath my touch, her lashes lowering for half a second. Her lips, those lips that had nearly driven me to madness, parted, but no words came.

She was fighting it. I could see it in every tense line of her body, in the way she bit her lip, in the way her fingers curled into my shirt like she was trying to ground herself.

But then she did the one thing that unraveled me completely.

“Damian…” She exhaled my name, so soft, so fragile like it had slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

And that was all it took.

I crushed my mouth to hers.

She responded by throwing her arms around my neck and crashing her mouth against mine. The kiss was rough and raw like I was pouring every ounce of frustration and need into it. I slammed her against the wall, and Tala met me just as fiercely, her tongue tangling with mine.

A surge of excitement shot through me as my hands roamed her body, gripping her breasts, her ass, feeling her through the thin fabric of her nightdress.

I was two seconds away from tearing it off.

Without breaking the kiss, I lifted her, pressing her back against the wall as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. Her hands slipped under my shirt, fingers dragging over my bare skin before her nails dug in, sending a sharp jolt of heat through me.

She deepened the kiss, trying to take control, but I didn’t let her. My hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back to expose the smooth column of her neck. I took my time, trailing my lips down, tasting her, moving lower until I reached the neckline of her dress.

Her moan was soft but insistent, a sound that only spurred me on, feeding the fire already consuming me and pushing me closer to the edge of control.

Pure lust curled down my spine, searing through every inch of me. My cock twitched, aching, and I pressed the hard bulge against her pussy. She responded instantly, grinding her hips against me, and that was it. Every last shred of control snapped.

“Fuck, Tala,” I groaned, lifting her off the wall and setting her on the table. I devoured her mouth, kissing her like she was mine to take and mine to own.

“Damian…Damian…Damian,” she gasped, pulling back. Her breath came fast, her chest rising and falling, her eyes scanning my face. I saw it, the unmistakable desire, the same hunger that was driving me insane. It made me want to grab her neck and claim her lips again.

“What?” I asked, breathless. “Do you want to stop?”

She sighed like she was battling herself, torn between reason and desire. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Damian. You’re going to—”

“Do you want to stop, Tala?” I cut her off, my voice sharp, unwavering. “Because I don’t.”

I held her gaze, my tone raw and stripped bare. “Ever since you walked through those gates two weeks ago, I’ve wanted you like this. You have no idea how badly I’ve needed to be inside you, to remember what you taste like.” I exhaled, my restraint hanging by a thread. “But if you want me to stop, Tala, I will. I’ll walk out of here right now and spend the rest of the night in torment, stuck in the memory of what it’s like to make love to you.”

“Oh, Damian,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into my touch.

I cupped her other cheek, tilting her face up. “Look at me, Tala.” My voice was softer this time, a plea. She opened her eyes, meeting mine, and I held her there. “I need you to say it. I need to hear you say you want this as much as I do.”

She searched my eyes for a long moment before leaning in and brushing her lips against mine.

“I want you, Damian,” she murmured against my mouth. “More than you can imagine.”

That was all it took. I crashed my mouth back onto hers, kissing her with the raw hunger clawing through me. My hands found her breasts, gripping them just as roughly, frustration growing at the thin fabric between us.

With a low grunt, I slid the straps of her nightdress over her shoulders, watching as the soft material slipped down, pooling at her waist. And without a second thought, I took her breast into my mouth.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her skin, my tongue teasing her nipple before I sucked, no—ravished it. Lust clouded every inch of my mind.

Tala was bare in front of me, surrendering herself completely. And all I could think about was how badly I wanted to claim every inch of her.

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