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I'm floating, completely untethered from reality as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. My body feels both hollow and impossibly full at the same time. I've never experienced anything like this, and I'm not even close. It's like every nerve ending in my body has been rewired to experience pleasure at maximum capacity.

When Onyx starts to pull away, I whimper and tighten my legs around him.

"No," I whisper, reaching for him. "Don't go. I still want you."

A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. His eyes glint in the dim light, looking more animal than human.

"I'm not done with you yet," he says, his voice a deep rumble that I feel in my bones. "Not even close."

Before I can respond, he flips me over with startling ease. His hands grip my hips and pull me up until I'm on my knees, my ass is in the air, and my face is pressed against the cushions.

"Oh," I gasp, surprised by the sudden change in position. I've never been handled so effortlessly before.

"Is this…okay?" he asks, his hand running down my spine in a surprisingly gentle caress.

"Yes," I breathe, arching my back to push my ass higher. "Please."

I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance again. Despite already coming twice, I'm still wet and ready for him. My body craves him in a way that defies logic or reason.

"Look at you," he growls, sliding his cock through my folds, teasing me. "So eager for more. Your pretty pussy is dripping for me."

I moan into the cushion. I am beyond embarrassed now. He's right. I am eager, desperate even. This heat burning through me hasn't diminished at all. If anything, it's grown stronger.

"Please," I beg, pushing back against him. "I need you inside me again."

He grips my hips harder, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positions himself. Then with one thrust, he fills me completely.

"Fuck!" I cry out, my fingers clawing at the couch. He feels even deeper in this position, and he is hitting places inside me that make stars burst behind my eyelids.

"Fuck," he groans, holding still for a moment. You feel so fucking good."

Then he starts moving, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust drives me forward, my breasts dragging against the rough fabric of the couch. The friction against my sensitive nipples adds another layer to the overwhelming sensations.

"You take my cock so well," he says, as he increases his pace. "Like you were made for me."

His words send a thrill through me that I don't want to examine too closely. Right now, all I care about is the delicious friction of his cock sliding in and out of me, the way his hands grip my hips, and the sound of our bodies slapping together.

"Harder," I demand, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me harder."

He obliges, pounding into me with such force that I must brace myself against the arm of the couch to keep from being driven forward. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and my increasingly loud moans.

"That's it," he encourages. "Let me hear how good I'm making you feel."

"I can't… God…" I gasp, my voice breaking between moans.

"Every time you move, it’s like…I can’t breathe. Please, don’t stop… I need you. I need all of you." I clutch at him.

"You have me. Completely. Do whatever you want…Iwantit. "He leans over me, his chest pressing against my back as he continues to thrust. His lips find my ear, and he whispers, "You're mine now, Dahlia. My Omega."

Something about those words triggers something primal inside me. My inner walls clench around him, and I feel another orgasm building rapidly.

"I'm close," I pant. "So close."

One of his hands slides around to find my clit, rubbing it in tight circles that match the pace of his thrusts. The dual stimulation is too much.

"Come for me," he growls. "Let me feel that sweet pussy squeeze my cock."

"Oh... fuck, Onyx!" I cry as my body breaks apart. "I’m coming... I can’t stop!" My legs shake uncontrollably beneath him.