Page 52 of Redeeming His Omega Mate

Her hands slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, pressing me against her. I moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, maybe even more, savoring the way she moaned, the sound filling the room like a siren’s call.

When I finally pulled back, just for a moment, Tala’s hands were already at the hem of my shirt, tugging impatiently. I didn’t make her wait. I yanked it off, tossing it aside, watching as her fingers traced my chest, her touch sending fire through my veins.

I found her lips again, claiming them as I lifted her from the table. Her night dress slipped from her body, pooling on the floor. With effortless ease, I carried her to the bed, laying her down with a tenderness that contrasted the raw hunger between us.

My hands went to my pants, unfastening them and pushing them down. Then, my briefs.

Tala’s eyes widened slightly when I freed myself.

I climbed on top of her, careful not to press the weight of my body against her. Then I spread her legs, watching her quiver with need as I traced her folds with my fingers. I enjoyed seeing the look of frustration and need as I used my fingers to tease her slick entrance. When I finally touched her clit, she moaned louder than she had been, writhing beneath my touch.

Tala’s breath hitched as she watched me, her chest rising and falling in rapid anticipation. Her eyes darkened as I slipped my fingers into my mouth, tasting her arousal, and a shudder ran through her body.

“Damian…” she breathed, her voice laced with desperation. “Please.”

I wasn’t going to make her wait any longer. It was torture for both of us. I settled between her legs, gripping her thighs as I slid my cock against her folds, teasing and coaxing. A moan escaped her lips, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. But just as I was about to push inside, I paused.

Her brows furrowed. “Why are you stopping?”

My gaze locked onto hers, serious now. “When was the last time, Tala?”

Her breath was still uneven. “Last time?”

“When was the last time you were with anyone?”

She blinked, then exhaled sharply. “Many years ago,” she admitted. Then, as if reading my thoughts, she leaned up, her fingers threading into my hair. “But don’t treat me like a virgin, Damian.” Her voice dropped, sultry and commanding. “Fuck me like you’ve imagined it every night.”

A guttural sound tore from my throat as I plunged into her in one powerful thrust. Tala gasped, her body tensing for a brief second before she melted into me, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, as if she wanted to take all of me—to drown in me.

I started slow and controlled despite the wildfire burning through my veins. I wanted to savor this and make sure she felt every inch ofme. But then she dug her nails into my back, her breath ragged against my ear.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice rough and desperate.

Something inside me snapped.

I gripped her waist and obeyed, driving into her with a force that made the bed creak beneath us. Each thrust sent fire through my body, raw and primal, my need for her obliterating any last shred of restraint. She moaned, her body moving with mine, meeting me stroke for stroke.

I was lost in her. In this. In the way she felt wrapped around me, in the way she begged for more. And I was going to give it to her, every last bit.

Tala threw her head back, surrendering to the pleasure as her cries filled the room. I felt it the moment she unraveled. Her pussy walls clenched around me, pulsing, gripping me like a vice.

“Damian,” she murmured, her voice breathless, wrecked, as she clung to me, her body trembling through the waves of her orgasm.

I guided her through it, keeping my thrusts deep and steady, prolonging her pleasure until it became too much, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With one final, powerful snap of my hips, I groaned against her neck, my body shuddering as I spilled inside her. A raw, consuming bliss crashed over me. She held me through it, her fingers tracing the tension from my back as I buried my face in the crook of her neck.

I collapsed against her, breathing heavily. After a moment, I pulled out and settled beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Tala curled into me, her body warm against mine, her breathing slow and steady as her eyes fluttered shut.

I didn’t have the words for what I felt. Maybe there weren’t any. But I knew one thing. I didn’t want this to end. I didn’t want to stop feeling this way. And she was the only woman in the world who could make me feel like this.

My mate.

She fell asleep first. I stayed awake, listening to the quiet rhythm of her heartbeat. Soon, I fell asleep. It was the most peaceful I’d slept in seven years.

Morning came too soon.

The first thing I heard was the sound of tiny footsteps rushing down the hall, followed by an excited little voice.

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