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Omar made a pleased sound in the back of his throat. “You make the sweetest sounds for me,conejita,” he murmured against my skin. He reached for my shorts and I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide them and my panties down, leaving me bare before him. On instinct, I tried to clench my knees together, but Omar stepped between them. “I want to see.”
I shivered at the deep timbre of his voice, and I leaned against the wall at his behest, parting my thighs for him. He had touched me before, but this was…more. I wanted more of that fire that he’d stoked days before. “Touch me,” I breathed out. “Please, touch me.”
He raised an eyebrow in question. “You’re sure?”
I was at the moment of betrayal again. I was spitting on my own family if I allowed this to happen…but if it didn’t happen, if I walked away, I might shake out of my skin completely. I needed to be touched. IneededOmar to be the one to touch me.To make me feel alive in a way I never had before and probably never would again once I married Felix. It wasn’t fair. Shouldn’t I be allowed to have this moment with the man of my choosing? Why did Felix get to have that along with everything else? No. I was taking whatever pleasure Omar was willing to give me and I would enjoy every minute of it.
I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him close; my breath shuddered when his clothed form pressed against my naked one. I kissed him; it was an inelegant thing, but he made a soft sound against my mouth. “I want you,” I said against his mouth.
Omar’s knees hit the floor, and he pulled me forward so that I was balanced on the edge of the counter. For a split-second, his touch was less than gentle, and heat pooled in my belly. But then he was almost dainty in the way he positioned his shoulders between my knees.
“Don’t hold back,” I blurted out.
Omar looked up at me, and I saw his jaw clench. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I studied him for a long moment, and it hit me that he was being serious. After all the hell he’d put me through, he truly didn’t want to hurt me, and for someone as big as him — I imagined that extended to the parts of him that I hadn’t seen — it would be easy to do. My already pounding heart sped up even more.
You can’t fall for him, I told myself, even as I ran my fingers through his hair. It would be every sort of wrong to have feelings for this man. The attraction was more than enough as it was. “You’re meant to be showing me what I would miss at the convent, right?” He nodded, cautious. “So, show me howOmar Castillofucks a woman. Don’t treat me like some fragile maiden.”
He let out a sound that was almost a growl, and then his face was buried against me. The sensation of his mouth on me was enough to steal my breath. His lips wrapped around my clit, and he worried it with his tongue until I cried out. Every nerve was on fire, calling out for him.
When his finger slid inside me, my hips bucked into the touch, and I whimpered. That wonderful tension was building again, and for a moment, I was afraid.What if he stops again? Unconsciously, I began to struggle against him. “Omar, I—” His eyes rolled upward to meet mine, but he never stopped moving his mouth, his finger curled and pressed into something that seemed to set me alight. “Oh my God.”
Omar smirked. “Feel good,conejita?”
Fear rose in my chest: this happened before, and he stopped. “Please,” I moaned. “Please, keep going. I need—”
“I know what you need.” He thrust over that spot again and again. “I’m going to give it to you.” He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my clit again, and the sensation was overwhelming.
All that tension built and built and built until, with a harsh suck, I was thrown into an oblivion of sensation that racked through me. I heard someone keening and realized that it was me. Omar gentled his touch and slipped back. He looked positively smug, and I didn't have it in me to admonish him for it. I lay against the counter, panting.
“You’re beautiful when you come.”
I would blush, but I was floating so far above the earth that I couldn’t be embarrassed right now. “Does it always feel like that?”
Omar smirked and stood. He pulled off his shirt and pushed his jeans off his hips, and he was naked before me. My mouth went dry. He was largeeverywhere, just like I imagined he’d be. “Do you want to try again and see?”
I nodded, but when he pressed the head of his cock against me, the air was sucked from my lungs. He felt even bigger than he looked. “Is this…going to hurt?”
Omar’s smile faded a little, but he ran his thumb over my clit again, softer than before, and I sighed. “Just let me make you feel good, okay? Trust me.”
Trust was a laughable concept between the two of us, and we both knew it, but I nodded because any good sense I had was washed away by the feeling of his hands on my body. Omar leaned over to kiss me while he pressed into me.
My breath caught in my throat, and I wriggled my hips, trying to find a new kind of balance as he fit himself inside of me. It didn’t hurt, per se, but I could feel how my body strained around him. I watched in utter fascination as Omar’s face went through a kaleidoscope of emotions. I reached up and cupped his face, bringing his eyes to mine. “Don’t hold back.”
Omar’s face split into a feral grin. His hands gripped my thighs, letting me feel the power in them, before he snapped his hips against mine. He set a pace that was just this side of too much, and all I could do was hang onto his shoulders and take it. “You were made for this,conejita.” Omar’s voice rumbled in my ear. “You feel so good around me. So. Very. Tight.”
How did anyonetalkduring sex? I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs to do more than whine pitifully and cling to him all the harder. “Please,” I mumbled as everything started to go tight again. “Pleasepleaseplease.”
Omar shushed me gently, which was a sharp contrast to the harsh way his hips canted into mine. He angled me slightly, and whatever he hit on his next thrust lit up my nerves like Christmas lights. “Come for me,” he commanded, keeping that angle and dragging himself over and over that spot. He rained kisses across my shoulders, my collarbone, my neck, but when he nipped my ear that sharp spot of pain sent me careening over the edge again. My inner muscles convulsed around him, and I heard Omar grunt as he found his own end as well.
He held me close for a moment before slipping away and helping me to sit up a little. I winced at the sudden emptiness, and I was surprised when he wrapped his arms around me again, his big hands soothing up and down my spine.
“You’re mine now,conejita,” he said.
He’s crazy, I thought, but I didn’t argue with him. I didn’t know how long any of this would last; I didn’t know what the consequences of this would be. But, for now, I was all his.
CHAPTER17
