21. Delilah
CHAPTER 21
Delilah
I sat with my legs stretched out on a deck chair, trying to ignore my husband as he swam with long, lean strokes across the pool, popping up at my feet to shake the water from his hair. He leaned toward me, smelling like sun on skin and chlorine.
For once, there was no one else around. It was Sunday. The day before I was supposed to leave, and most of the staff were taking their weekly off hours down at the village.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” Alexander said.
“Hmm,” I replied noncommittally.
Crossing my legs, I tried to ignore the heat that pulsed in between them.
Of course anyone with a pulse could see that Alexander was physically very attractive. It didn’t mean I had officially agreed to give him a second chance.
Allowing him to pleasure me every night this week did not mean anything either. It was simply satisfying to know he was going to sleep on the floor with blue balls every night.
I wasn’t sure if I was convincing myself or not.
It served him right to suffer. When I was gone he would have no problem finding other women.
But I felt torn. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe he wouldn’t do it again. He had helped out in the kitchens every day; he had devoted himself to my pleasure at night. But there was something holding me back. What if I trusted him and he let me down again?
“The way you look you’d drive any man crazy,” he said, leaning closer.
Just a few more inches and Alexander would be touching me. I felt goosebumps prickle all over my skin. In a few more inches he could be running hands up my legs, his head dipping between my thighs. . .
“Think how many men I can drive crazy when you finally let me go,” I said innocently.
Alexander gave me a quick, dark glance and pulled himself up out of the pool, his movements lean and efficient, the beads of water rolling down his tanned muscles.
He bent over me on the chair, dripping water all over me, each drop landing with a brief cooling splash on my heated skin.
“Never,” he said, his voice low and throaty. “I’ll never let you go.”
He looked into my eyes, and my breath caught for a second.
I knew he desperately, ardently, painfully wanted to kiss me.
“30 days are up tomorrow,” I reminded him. “I can make the annulment official any time I want after tomorrow.”
Alexander bent his head to my belly, dropping a heated kiss there, then moving to my hips, teasing the tied straps of my bikini bottoms with his teeth.
“Have you decided to give me a second chance?” he asked, grazing his teeth down to right over my pussy lips, rubbing his chin over my sensitive mound.
“I don’t know,” I said breathlessly.
My husband (for one more day, maybe), raised his head.
“Please stay,” he said simply.
My breath caught in my throat as his hands tightened on my hips.
“Please stay,” he said again. “I don’t want to live without you, Delilah. You’re the best part of every day and night.”
“You sleep on the floor with blue balls every night,” I said, but my heart had begun to pound, blood heat in my chest.
Alexander’s lips curved up.
“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care. I just want to be with you. That’s all I want.”
I felt his heated breath again, on my bikini bottoms, right above the wet, needy place between my thighs.
“Can I make you feel good?” he asked, his thumbs popping underneath my straps, gently stroking my hips.
“Someone might see us,” I protested, but god I wanted to.
“You know the palace is like a ghost town on Sunday afternoon,” he countered teasingly, and I couldn’t resist him.
“Just a quick one,” I said, letting my thighs fall open, and Alexander pounced on me ravenously, yanking my bikini bottoms down and burying his head between my thighs.
I squealed with the sensation, my hand on his head as he spread me open and began to devour me. Unlike before, my husband now paid careful attention to the noises I made and how I liked it, and now he knew exactly what to do to send me spiraling into ecstasy.
His tongue gently swirled around my clit, making me dig my heels into the deck chair, then he sucked the sensitive bud in his mouth, letting the sensation flood pulse-pounding heat through my body, then he moved to run his tongue down the whole of my slick pussy and gently swirled around my clit again.
“Oh god, just like that,” I cried, tightening my hand in his hair.
Alexander’s low voice rumbled against my clit as he carefully pressed a finger deeper into my heat.
“I love how wet you are for me. You’re so goddamn fucking hot, Delilah. Making you come all over my face is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”
I moaned again as his expert tongue sent pressure twisting in my core, my release building like an inferno inside me.
Fuck it, just this once. . .
And I pulled at Alexander’s hair, urging him up.
He looked at me for one burning second, his hungry blue eyes scanning mine to make sure what I wanted, then he moved up with a groan.
His mouth felt desperate on mine, the low hungry noises he made as he held my face, kissing me with deep, urgent strokes of his tongue. And my mouth opened eagerly for him.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” Alexander kept saying in between kisses, his tongue making me burn even hotter for him.
My hips thrust up, wanting him inside me, and I felt him fumble for his swim shorts, yanking them down and getting my legs all wet, but I didn’t care.
I let out a high, greedy whimper as he slid his cock into me.
I was already so wet, and he groaned again, louder this time.
“You feel amazing,” he cried against my lips. “So wet and ready for me. I—don’t know how long I can last, baby. It’s been so long and you feel too good.”
Each stroke made me tighten my hold on him, my fingers tangling in his hair, wanting him even closer.
Alexander.
And this time he reached a hand down to the slippery place between my thighs where our bodies connected and began to rub.
The pressure in my belly tightened in an achingly needy twist, and I hit my peak, gasping and shuddering as the waves of pure pleasure flooded me, my body tightening around his cock, pulling his release from him as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He came on a feverish low groan, his lips on my throat, kissing and sucking my sensitive skin until my last tremor was gone. As he only tightened his hold on me, I felt something wet drop down onto my upturned face, rolling down into the soft hollow at the base of my throat.
Panting, I looked up to see the King rubbing his eyes. My jaw dropped to see that he was crying .
I had never seen him cry before.
His eyes met mine.
He blinked rapidly, but didn’t look away, the tears gathering in the hollows under his eyes, slipping down the high cheekbones.
“I’ve just missed you so much,” Alexander said. “Everything about you. The way you looked at me, like you trusted me to keep you safe. The way it felt to kiss you. The way I always saw love shining in your eyes.”
He broke off as his broad chest heaved.
“I used to be able to kiss you every day,” he said, his voice cracking. “And now I can’t. I can’t get over it. I can’t sleep without you in the bed next to me. I love you so much and I made the biggest mistake of my life.”
“Don’t you mean the biggest mistakes of your life, plural, ” I said, but without heat, and I didn’t move away.
“I love you so much,” he said.
The words built in my throat, but just then I heard the sounds of people approaching, and I hastily pushed Alexander away and yanked up my bikini bottoms.
We had barely gotten decent again when Magnus, Roger, Libby, and Henner rounded the corner.
“We’re here to drink iced teas and lemonade while we watch Roger mow the lawn,” Magnus groaned. “It’s hotter than Satan’s asscrack here.”
“Where’s everybody else?” I asked Roger. “You have a whole staff to help with the lawns.”
“Gave them a few extra hours leave,” Roger puffed.
“I’ll help,” Alexander said, and everyone stared at him as he squeezed my hand affectionately, then headed down to the sheds to get a lawn mower.
I drank a glass of Maurice’s sharp, perfectly sour lemonade as we watched Roger and Alexander mow the lawn.
“I might give him another chance,” I told my friends. “Is that stupid? Do you want to hit me with a brick for even saying that?”
Libby was fanning herself and she took a reflective sip of her lemonade.
“I think it’s not every King who would mow his own lawn,” she said, darting a glance at me. “I think you saying you wanted to leave scared the shit out of him, Delilah.”
“He looks like shit, too,” Magnus said critically, opening a parasol to protect us from the worst of the bright afternoon sun. “Like absolute dogshit. The man was named World’s Dreamiest Royal at least twice and right now he looks like a piece of liver a cat’s been dragging around under a car.”
“He doesn’t look that bad,” I protested, looking at the sweat shining on Alexander’s broad shoulders, dripping down his back.
“He does,” Magnus corrected firmly. “Looks like shit. Seems like he might be enjoyably miserable. Would of course be the most fun to keep him miserable, but I suppos e I could be talked into giving you my blessing. For a small fee, of course. His approval on an ambitious new expansion plan I have for St. Constance’s.”
“Why, you devious bastard,” I laughed, but my heart swelled a bit more as I watched my husband work there until the job was done.