Chapter 54
Delilah sighs in my arms, her body relaxed with sleep, her skin warm against mine. I can’t imagine anything better. I think this emotion is… happiness.
It’s strange. New. Unknown to me.
She’s brought me to life after being dead inside.
The atmosphere around us is peaceful, yet there’s a restlessness within me. Anticipation sweeps through my blood and heats my veins. It’s only a matter of time until the Trials begin. My only concern is getting through them with enough points to keep Delilah.
She hums, the tiny sound dragging me out of my churning thoughts. I brush back her hair, and she instinctively snuggles closer to me, grinding her ass against my cock. I love the way she fights me with her words, but her body is mine to control. It obeys me like a good soldier, following my every command.
I slip my hand between her thighs and lightly grab her cunt. It’s soft and warm, teasing me without even trying. But it’s still dry. I lift my head, placing my mouth next to her ear, my breath grazing the side of her neck.
“Delilah,” I murmur, drawing out every syllable of her name like a prayer. There’s no redemption for me, but I’ll still worship her until I die.
The change in her is immediate. She shifts and mumbles in her sleep, gently grinding against my hand. A streak of dampness now covers my palm.
I smile in the darkness. It only took one fucking word to make her wet for me. Even while asleep, her subconscious recognizes my voice and shows me what she wants. The only thing left to do is give it to her.
I glide my fingers through her slit, and the effects of her arousal coats them, drenches them. Against my chest, I can feel her heart rate increasing, her chest rising and falling faster, her skin growing warmer. I play with her clit slowly, not wanting her to wake up just yet.
A moan leaves her lush mouth, and Delilah tilts her hips, begging me without words. I slip a finger inside her. Her hips jerk at the penetration, forcing her to arch her back, her perfect tits jutting forward. I slide my other arm underneath her waist and drag her back to me, adding another finger and shoving them deep.
The groan the hits the air is sultry, needy, and fucking sexy.
I grit my teeth and force myself to withdraw my hand from her pussy in favor of replacing it with my cock. I grip her leg and lift it so that it’s draped over mine. In this position I have complete access to her.
Delilah grunts when I slam my cock home. She’s so fucking tight. Even after I’ve taken her cunt over and over. It still grips me, her pussy fluttering with pleasure, the sensation so intense my eyes roll back.
“Xavier?”
I pull out and ram back inside her.
The next time she says my name, it’s a moan, not a question. The third time, it’s not a word, but pure sound, full of desperation and desire.
The urge to move becomes overwhelming, so I fuck her. My thrusts are rough and demanding. She shifts to accommodate them and grabs my forearm against her stomach, digging her nails into my skin.
She grunts when I push deep inside and moans when I withdraw, the sounds growing louder and more frequent. Those noises have me teetering on the edge of sanity. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had her. It’ll never be enough.
Her pussy tightens around me, getting wetter with every thrust, making my dick twitch. Her hips follow the rhythm of mine, submitting to my demands and my pacing. And her nails draw my blood before clawing at the sheets.
My girl is close.
I reach up to grip her throat, resting my thumb on her pulse. It flickers wildly at my touch. She always responds, even in the barest of ways, and it drives me fucking crazy.
“Give me your mouth,” I say, barely able to get the words out.
She turns her head, and I crash my lips against her, devouring her moans. I drive my tongue into her mouth, taking possession of it, just like I’m owning her pussy. I drive my hips forward, the force of the movement shoving her up the mattress, but I bring her right back.
I want her closer.
Needher close.
Her skin is so hot I swear it’s melting into mine. I break the kiss, and her breath comes out in a rush, the sound punctuated by a whimper. Then she leans into me, trying to take me deeper. Her cunt is greedy. Just how I want it.
The pressure inside me builds, my balls tightening and my cock throbbing. But she has to come first. I won’t accept anything else.
“You have three seconds to come,” I say, squeezing her throat. “I’m not going to last with your tight pussy gripping me like this.”
“Three.”
I dig my fingers into her belly and pull her onto my cock.
“Two.”
I drive deep and hard.
“One.”
I release her throat. “Now, Delilah.”
She stiffens, her entire body tense. Then she screams. Her intense reaction sets me off.
“That’s right.” I rake my teeth over her earlobe. “Take it. Take what’s yours.”
I don’t stop fucking her. I can’t. My need for her is too great, and her body is giving me exactly what I want. Complete surrender.
I wish her heart would do the same.
I keep driving into her, wanting her pleasure to last. The tremors wracking her cunt squeeze me so tightly that I have no choice but to come. I release inside her, filling her with my cum, wishing I could fill her with my baby. Not yet, but one day. For now, it’s good she’s on birth control.
Our ragged breathing hits the air while our hearts pound in our chests. I can feel hers working hard against my fingers on her throat.
“Xavier?”
I brush my lips along her shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses. “Hm?”
“Can I go back to sleep now?”
I smile before nipping at her skin. “Yeah, you can.”
She releases a sigh, full of contentment. Satisfaction washes over me, a bliss I’ve never experienced until I fucked her for the first time. If I could make her body my home, I would.
The world doesn’t exist when I’m with Delilah. The people in it don’t matter. And time is irrelevant unless I spend it with her.
I lie there, awake and still buried deep inside her, long after Delilah has gone back to sleep. My thoughts, once peaceful, slowly compound until I’m clenching my jaw. The sense of foreboding returns.
The room is silent except for Delilah’s soft breathing, a gentle sound that contrasts sharply with the turmoil inside me. I lift my head to look down at her, needing to see her face. A smile tugs at my lips. I love the sight of her in my bed, her long limbs tangled in the sheets.
My gaze runs over her smooth skin, lingering on the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hip. I trace the same path with my fingers, memorizing the shape and feel of her body. I savor the warmth and softness of her, the way she fits perfectly against me.
Every inch of her was made for me.
She is the picture of innocence in the moonlight filtering in through the curtains. But the life I’ve been forced into won’t allow her to stay that way unless I protect her from its violence. She’s already gotten a taste despite my best efforts.
The knock on the door is barely discernible, but to my senses it might as well be a gunshot. It sends a jolt through me, and my entire body stiffens with alarm. It’s nearly 4 a.m., but the Order operates on its own timelines.
I hesitate. And it’s because of the woman in my arms. The idea of leaving her fucks with my head, but I don’t have a choice.
Not wanting to wake her for a second time, I slip from the bed. However, I can’t stop myself from placing a kiss on the side of her neck, flicking my tongue over her pulse, loving how it jumps at my touch. She stirs, a slight frown crossing her face before she settles again, and my chest tightens at the sight.
This fucking girl…
If the Order doesn’t kill me, she’ll be the death of me.