This is dangerous. Omega can feel himself slipping. When her arms slide completely around his neck, he drops his own to her waist, encircling her, and he doesn't even pull her closer but then her body is pressed against his anyway. The soft curves that he knows so well -- her hips, the small of her back, the push of her breasts against his chest -- are beloved and torturous. She moans against him, and Omega nearly shoves her back against the tree.
He can't stop kissing her on his own, he doesn't have that kind of strength. it takes everything he's got not to lift her up and wrap her legs around him, whether they manage to get their clothes off or not; he struggles to keep his body from responding to her, a near-impossible feat when she finds so many little ways to be absolutely merciless.
Stop, he wants to beg her when she finally lets him breathe (a cruelty of its own), that little glimpse of her tongue against red lips and her soft little moan nearly sending his heart through his ribs. God... he wants her so bad, he feels like an animal.
But an animal would just take her, not pull himself together to slide his arms around her, nuzzling his answer into thick black hair still wet from the river.
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He can't stop kissing her on his own, he doesn't have that kind of strength. it takes everything he's got not to lift her up and wrap her legs around him, whether they manage to get their clothes off or not; he struggles to keep his body from responding to her, a near-impossible feat when she finds so many little ways to be absolutely merciless.
Stop, he wants to beg her when she finally lets him breathe (a cruelty of its own), that little glimpse of her tongue against red lips and her soft little moan nearly sending his heart through his ribs. God... he wants her so bad, he feels like an animal.
But an animal would just take her, not pull himself together to slide his arms around her, nuzzling his answer into thick black hair still wet from the river.