My Perfect Omega - Chapter 82
She brushed away all unnecessary thoughts and traced his face with her hands. Even with just the touch of her fingertips, she could tell he had an incredibly handsome face.
She covered one of his eyes with her palm, following the rhythm of their movements, then slowly traced down his nose, outlining his features. Her actions made Lucas halt his fierce thrusts. He pressed his face closer into her palm, as if inviting her to touch him more.
Leila cupped his face with both hands. Gently caressing him, she slowly brought her lips to his. She could feel his lips tremble slightly as they barely touched. His reaction felt awkward but not unpleasant.
Despite her reservations, she wanted to do as she pleased whenever their bodies intertwined.
“Kiss me, please.”
Lucas, who had been watching her intensely, kissed her roughly. An indescribable feeling of immense satisfaction made his heart pound even harder.
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“Leila.”
The woman’s name, meaning the ‘night’, was softly called. Lucas ran his fingers through the black hair of the woman sleeping vulnerably in his arms. Although her hair seemed unkempt from lack of care, it felt silky smooth to the touch.
Her faint pheromones were intoxicating. The sweet, grassy scent was reminiscent of the Darjeeling tea he loved.
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and kissed it. The fragrance of her pheromones seemed to emanate even from her hair, rekindling the heat in his body that had briefly subsided.
“Haah…”
Instead of waking her directly, he continued to stroke her hair, licking the shell of her ear. He licked her earlobe while cupping her ample brxxst, which overflowed from his large hand like soft pudding.
Gripping her erxct nxxple between his thumb and forefinger, he tugged slightly before inserting his tongue into her ear.
“Mmh…”
As her senses slowly awoke, a soft moan escaped her delicate lips. Lucas didn’t miss that tiny sound. Still intertwined with her, he slowly lifted his upper body. The thin blanket that covered them slid off.
His bare, fair back was like a sculpture of an ancient god, muscles perfectly defined. As he moved, his muscles rippled smoothly. The faint red scratches criss crossing his broad back looked like a sketch.
Though the sweat stung, the sensation excited him because it was Leila who left those marks.
“Will you not wake up?”
Although he had put her to sleep not long ago, he wanted to see her awake again. The more he shared his body with her, the more insatiable his desire became, like drinking saltwater.
Recalling the moment when Leila had initiated the kiss, he sighed softly and murmured,
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
She had never shown such behavior before, only approaching him after he had taken the initiative. Did she really not understand what that meant?
He wanted to wake her immediately to find out.
