Page 47 of Gold Sector
My… my everything.
It’s all so intense. So beautiful. Soamazing.
Ripples of pleasure warm me from head to toe, my body pulsing in time with his tongue. His lips. His touch. Hisbeing.
We’re connected. One. Writhing in a pool of rapture, existing on a plane I can’t even begin to define.
And suddenly, I’m… I’m me again. Blinking up at the white ceiling. Clutching the plush bedding beneath me. Panting like I just sprinted for miles through a dark forest.
A jolt echoes up from between my thighs as Oros kisses me there, then his big, powerful body crawls up over me, his mouth wet with my arousal.
He doesn’t say anything, just kisses me. Forces me totaste myself on his tongue. Indulges me with my own pleasure. And settles once more between my thighs, his hardness aligning perfectly with my weeping heat. Only, he doesn’t enter me. He simply… relaxes.
With his head against my clit.
And his knot pulsing much farther down.
I can feel his need, taste his desire, sense his feral nature.
Yet he kisses me with a reverence I feel warming every inch of my soul.
“That, my darling Omega, is how Alphas treat our females here,” he tells me softly. “Now I’m going to make you come again with my cock because I want you to saturate my skin with your sweet scent.”
My lips part, questions firing in my mind, but he kisses me before I can formulate the words out loud.
Suddenly his tongue is possessing mine, teaching me a new dance, one where he leads and I follow. Because why wouldn’t I follow? He’s igniting my soul in a way I never knew was possible.
When his hips press down, my legs shift to wrap around him. It’s the most natural response in the world, one I fully embrace as I start rubbing myself against him, coating his hardness with my arousal and moaning each time he applies pressure to my clit.
Gods, this is…. so unlike me. I feel animalistic. Feral. Lost to the savagery within.
But I can’t stop it.
I just want more.
I want him.
I need to know this, to experience that heat again, tofly.
Gods, that’s it,I realize.Falling off that cliff must be similar to soaring through the clouds.
Yes, I need that to happen again.
Oh, Gods, yes…
I clutch his shoulders, my body going up in flames beneath him as I chase the pleasure zipping through my being. “Oros.” His name comes out on a hiss of sound, one that ends in a groan as I tumble into that blissful oblivion once more.
Only this time, I can feel him rubbing up against me, his heat a blanket that leaves me feeling protected and safe as I fall even deeper into the cloud of eroticism.
So hot.
So explosive.
So wonderful.
By the time I settle, I realize we’re kissing. Except the movement is slower now, his lips whispering against mine, his touch gentle along my sides. He’s also purring, his contentment lulling me into a state of sweet relaxation.
I yawn, suddenly exhausted.
