To ruin an Omega-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.

He sprang free, hard and ready. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked once. I heard him let out a sigh as his body jerked back in response. I did it a second time, and this time, he hissed through his teeth.

I climbed back up his body and straddled him again. This time, I positioned myself directly over his cock. I was still wearing my panties, but the thin fabric did nothing to hide the heat between us.

I started to grind against him.

Slowly at first. Rolling my hips in a steady rhythm that had him groaning beneath me. I could feel him hard and hot against my core, separated only by the thin barrier of lace.

"Fuck, Fia," he moaned.

His hands came up to cup my breasts. He kneaded the flesh, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. The sensation sent sparks racing down my spine.

I ground down harder and faster. I needed him to say my name again in that fucking throaty moan of his. The friction was perfect. Not enough but somehow too much all at once.

Cian leaned up and took one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the peak before he sucked hard.

Now it was my turn to be in a hard place.

I gasped, my movements faltering for just a moment before I found my rhythm again.

He switched to my other breast. This time, his teeth grazed the sensitive bud, and I cried out. The pleasure was sharp and sweet, and it made me grind against him even harder.

"Cian," I moaned. "Oh goddess, Cian."

His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements. Helping me find the perfect angle. The perfect pressure.

But it still wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him inside me.

I reached down between us and shifted my panties to the side. Cian’s eyes were locked on where our bodies were about to join.

I positioned him at my entrance and slowly sank down.

We both groaned as he filled me. The stretch was exquisite.

Perfect, I dared say.

I took him inch by inch until he was fully seated inside me.

For a moment, I just stayed there. Adjusting, while savoring the feeling of being completely connected to him.

Then I started to move.

I lifted myself up slowly before sinking back down. The pace was sensual and also deliberate. I wanted to draw this out. I needed to make it last.

Cian’s hands stayed on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. His eyes never left mine. The intensity in his gaze made my breath catch.

I rolled my hips, changing the angle slightly. The new position hit something deep inside me that made me gasp.

"Right there," I breathed. "Just like that."

I kept moving. Kept riding him with slow, deep strokes that had us both panting. His hands slid up from my hips to my waist, then higher to cup my breasts again.

He leaned up and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangled as I continued to move on top of him. The combination of sensations was overwhelming.

Then something shifted.