The Omega's Fate

As he gently tucked her damp hair behind her ear, his hand lingered on her neck, warm and inviting. She leaned back into his touch with a contented sigh.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" she teased, feeling the undeniable proof against her.

He chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. "You have no idea."

His fingers brushed lightly over the fabric of her blue bathrobe, eliciting a sharp inhale from her. "Zeidan..."

"What is it?" His voice was a low rumble, rich with desire.

She bit her lip, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Do you always get what you want?"

"Only when it's you," he murmured, his hand pausing at the rise of her chest.

A soft moan escaped her as his touch sent a jolt through her. "Mmh... don't stop."

He scooped her into his arms with a grin. "As you wish."

On the bed now, she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with invitation. "Well? Are you just going to stand there?"

In response, Zeidan shed his shirt, the black fabric falling away. "Patience," he said, his voice teasing, "isn't always a virtue."