To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398: Aye kan 1(M)

FIA

I woke to the feeling of eyes on me.

My lids felt heavy, but I forced them open. The first thing I saw was Cian. He was propped up on one elbow, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Soft but intense. Tender but hungry.

"Like what you see?" I asked, my voice still rough with sleep.

A slow smile curved his lips. "You can sense what I feel through the bond. Have a look for yourself."

I did. I reached out through that invisible thread connecting us and felt the wave of desire hit me like a physical thing. It was warm and thick and absolutely ravenous. My breath caught.

I chuckled and shifted closer to him. My hand found his chest, and I let my fingers trace lazy patterns across his body. "Well, well. Someone’s feeling insatiable today."

His eyes darkened. "Can you blame me?"

"Not particularly." I leaned even closer until my lips brushed against his ear. "Especially when I’m feeling the exact same way."

I felt him tense beneath my touch. Felt his pulse jump under my fingertips.

"The day isn’t even over yet," I murmured against his skin.

"Well." His voice had dropped lower. Rougher. "A certain someone did say we only live once. And it’s not like we don’t have a lot to celebrate."

I pulled back just enough to look at him. "I think if we are celebrating, A date would be spectacular."

"Why have one when you can have both?"

Heat bloomed in my chest. I smiled. "I quite like that answer."

Then I kissed him.

Hard.

My mouth crashed into his, and he responded immediately. His lips parted, and I took advantage, my tongue sliding against his. The kiss was hungry and just as desperate. Like we hadn’t just spent hours tangled together earlier.

My hands went to his shirt. I worked the buttons open without breaking the kiss, my fingers fumbling slightly in my eagerness. I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, and he helped me, shrugging out of it and tossing it somewhere behind him.

I broke the kiss long enough to pull my gown over my head. Then I was straddling him, my thighs on either side of his hips, nothing between us but his pants and my underwear.

I leaned down and kissed him again. This time slower. More deliberate. I explored his mouth thoroughly while my hands roamed over his chest, his shoulders, his arms. I loved the feel of him beneath me. All hard muscle and warm skin.

His hands came up to grip my waist. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I could feel the restraint in his touch. Like he was holding himself back.

I hated that. I wanted it all. I wanted him all. With all the heat and brashness that came with it.

I pulled away from his mouth and kissed down his jaw, his neck, and even his collarbone. I bit down gently on the spot where his neck met his shoulder, and he groaned.

"Fia," he breathed.

I smiled against his skin. I loved the way he said my name. Like a prayer and a curse mixed in one bottle.

I moved lower, kissing down his chest. My hands went to the waistband of his pants, and I worked them open. He lifted his hips to help me, and I pulled them down along with his briefs.

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