Orion

Thirty Three. Sparring

Quick note: how would you feel if I put Nom De Plum back up? I haven't gotten around to editing it and I know that it's pretty cringey to me lol but people always ask me about it and now I'm thinking about it after I just read it through for old times sake. If I do that, I'll probably repost the chapters and as I come across parts I don't like, I would rewrite them and then post. Would yall like that??

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ORION RILEY LACHLAN

Two minutes before his alarm went off, Orion stretched to grab his phone off the nightstand on his side. It was 3:13 AM, and he hadn't gotten a lick of sleep. He was exhausted, but couldn't find a fuck to give about that fact. He'd go through a million more sleepless nights if they began how the previous one had.

Stifling the massive yawn trying to escape his lips, Orion scooted up into a sitting position, making an effort not to jostle the woman lying across his chest. When he looked down, an amused smile fell onto his lips. Chao's head was tilted up, her mouth was wide open, and every minute or so, a light snore escaped her. It sounded more like a loud sigh.

Her hair was styled in tiny twists that she would put into different styles during the day, but at night, she wrapped it up in a yellow silk scarf. That scarf was sliding back from its original spot ahead of her hairline, so he gripped the soft fabric between his thumb and pointer finger, and pulled it towards him, back to its original position so that her dark hair wasn't exposed. Mo's eyes started to flutter just as he placed his hand back on the small of her back, so Orion froze, not wanting to wake her up. He'd worn her out hours ago, so he was going to let her rest. Orion also wanted to be able to get ready with a clear, clean mind. If she started teasing him, Orion would cancel training without a second thought and he didn't want to do that... Yes he did.

He didn't need to be out of the bed for another half hour, so he just sat, taking in the woman lying on top of him in his t-shirt.

She overheated in her sleep a lot, so shortly after initially going to bed, she'd kicked the comforter completely off the both of them and into the floor. Truthfully, he was surprised she still even had her shirt on. Her body was burning up. Orion reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it so that her soft, round ass was exposed.

Last night, he'd told her to leave her panties off once she got re-dressed, and she'd done so without a second thought or even a smart response.

Unable to help himself, Orion groaned as he gripped a handful of her supple ass. It all tempted him. All he had to do was slide his fingers a little lower; then he'd be slipping into what he'd ravaged not too long ago.

Her skin was so soft, so smooth, and Orion admired the way that her rich and warm umber skin tone contrasted with his.

He'd never seen anyone with such beautiful and flawless skin. It amazed him how her undertones were so warm, but thanks to the Moon touching her, there was a coolness beneath the warmth that made her seem like she was glowing like some celestial being.

Lust stirred deep inside him as he thought back to the way she'd writhed and moaned beneath him earlier. Orion knew that he couldn't help himself and started running his fingers against her soft skin, watching goosebumps appear as he did so. If she'd been awake, she would have been crawling all over him.

Though it had been hours, Orion could still feel her hands knotted in his curly hair, pulling so roughly that she left him with a pounding headache afterward. That headache had been more than worth it. The way she'd lost all control, grinding against his face as she met her orgasms. Orion hadn't had a choice, couldn't move with her strong grip, but he wouldn't have if he could. He could have willingly suffocated between those legs and been completely fine with it. Orion had told her that he'd been dreaming of tasting her, of doing more than that for months now, and he hadn't been lying.