The Omega's Revenge: No Longer His Luna

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ade me tremble. "

my face. A sudden surge of warmth coursed through me, surprising in i

hing smile lighting up

nd, letting it roll off my tongue as

etic, drawing me in, making it impossible to look away. I felt my heart flutter, my breath catching as I tried to memor

eautiful,"

k you. You look

led me away from the crowded ballroom, away from judgmental eyes. We didn't need words. The connection between us was undeniable, an u

lipped into the shadows, our breaths mingling. His hands cupped my face, and for a moment, t

hisper, his lips brushing again

. Finn was gentle, patient, as if he knew how fragile I felt.

re of his body against mine. Every touch ignited a fir

, and we were

ing my hand. "Let's ta

ce with elegant curtains and soft lighting. He pushed the door open, and we slipped insid

k, fingers slipping beneath the delicate fabric of my gown

, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. When

ky, searching my eyes for any sign

lowing hard. "I... I want this," I whisper

ery moment. He undressed me with a gentleness that made me feel truly seen.

fingers trailing softly down my entrance. I s

finger inside me. A moan escaped as he sta

uilding as he picked up the pace, his fingers moving faster insid

ame out low, fill

sing my forehead. "I want to plea

nd intense, a hunger that mirrored m

at

t man in front of me was my mate. I couldn't wait to see the look on my stepmother's face when I introduced him. I couldn't wai

long and hard it seemed to

, fear creepin

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I stammered. "

. "You mean this?" he ask

that your

chuckle. "It's mine,

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t." He grabbed my ha

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beyond your wildest dreams. Here, feel it." He guided my hand to touch it. It was warm and soft,

s lips like a prayer. "Ah." I became engro

. I was still exploring when h

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n disbelief. "Have you never seen this

my hea

e this to you?" he asked,

replied t

ulling me into a tight embrace. "

e-it was the first time I

d, positioning himself in f

stories I had imagined. It was raw and real, a

e was a rawness to it. A need that I could feel in the way he kissed me, in the way he held me so close as if he never wanted to let go. I clung to him, my