Basilisk (Dark Ominis Gaunt x OC gothic romance)

Chapter 74: Quiet Comfort

~~Ominis~~

Ominis woke up to a gentle hand running through his hair, smiling softly as he reached out to feel for the source and ran his hands along gentle curves as Ariadne laid on top of him. She hummed happily that he was awake, her touch growing more firm now that he had woken up.

"Good morning again." She chuckled softly.

He smiled wider in amusement, his hands sliding along her curves with a deep sound of satisfaction. He did so love feeling her. Those soft, plush curves beneath his hands were intoxicating.

"Too bad we're not back in the hotel room." Ariadne said softly, and he felt a soft kiss against one of his cheeks.

"That doesn't mean I can't keep touching you." Ominis smiled, reaching up to grab a handful of her hair and tug gently to lean her head to one side and kiss her neck. He loved the soft inhale she made at the demanding move, her hands gripping gently against his shoulders.

"Stay quiet, little rabbit. We don't want the others hearing us." Ominis grinned as her breath quickened under his kisses and touch.

"Ominis-" she whispered, gasping as his touch roamed down to her rear, sliding down her thighs to lift her nightgown and sliding along bare skin along her leg.

"I do love how soft you feel, Ariadne." He whispered against her ear as he continued to tease her. "Every inch of you is like a treasure to touch."

He smiled as she inhaled softly from the words, a soft sound escaping her as she lowered her head against his neck. He chuckled softly, amused that she was so affected by his words like that. "So sweet..." he murmured happily. He slipped a hand between her legs, letting out a deep sound of satisfaction at how wet she felt. "Already so riled..." he chuckled softly again.

"Well I can hardly help it." She murmured against his neck, her arms wrapping gently around his neck as she pressed herself down further against him.

She gasped as he slipped his fingers along her folds, panting against his neck as he teased her mercilessly with his hand, her legs widening on either side of him so he could reach her easier. When he slipped his fingers along either side of her clit she shuddered with a soft stifled moan of pleasure, the feeling of that making her tense against him.

He let out a thoughtful sound of intrigue at her reaction, the sudden shuddering and quaking against him telling him without words how good that had felt for her. He knew the little area felt good for her, but... hmm...

He did it again, running his fingers on either side of her clit to gently pinch it between them, and she jerked softly against him, her grip on his shoulders tightening.

"Feel good, love?" He asked wryly, even though he knew the answer. He liked hearing her soft wounds she was trying to stifle, to see her squirm against him as she panted.

She nodded against his neck with a soft whimper, and he huffed in arousal at the sound. Fuck he loved that, though. Those whimpers were more rare, and he loved being able to tear them from her.

He kissed against her temple gently as he slipped his fingers back inside her, feeling her shake as she clung to him. He pushed them in and out, moving his hand in soft twists to make it a different angle each time as he listened to the soft muffled sounds she made.

He gasped when she bit against his neck, his eyes widening in surprise at the feeling that made him shiver. Damn she must be feeling pent up. He was too. He gave a soft growl, shifting beneath her so his member was pressed against her thigh through his night pants.

"Hassssakkaasssssthiissaaaa?" Does it feel good? He whispered into her ear.

He smiled warmly when she let out another soft whimper. Such a sweet, delicate, submissive sound he loved so much.