Chapter 17 Delilah #2
His fingers dive under the dress and between my legs.
They stroke along sensitive skin, setting off sparks of pleasure where I wouldn’t have thought there could possibly be anything that felt this good so soon after the way I was punished this morning, especially since he had a hand in that.
What is wrong with me? The rational part of me knows that what happened wasn’t my fault.
And … just maybe … it knows it wasn’t his either.
But still, my body is responding in ways I wouldn’t have expected.
With every hungry collision of our mouths, my heart beats harder and harder.
I feel like I’m flying apart. My eyes widen at the aching moan that falls from my lips, and I clutch at his shoulders.
He jerks to a stop, lips hovering near mine as we breathe together.
The knowledge that his fingers are where so many others were today seems to knock both of us off center, and my head spins.
“How can you let me—” he grits out, breath ragged. “How can you want me?” I grind down against those probing fingers, and he searches my eyes.
The answer is actually simple. “I need this. The touch of someone who isn’t trying to hurt me or claim me or punish me.
” The words spill from my lips in a rush like a waterfall over rocks, tumbling forth with ease and absolutely uncontrollable.
“I don’t want to think about what happened earlier.
Take me somewhere else, Malakai. Please.
” And even though there could also be purpose behind what I’m doing—a desperate need to have another person on my side—there’s also no denying the truth.
I am being selfish. Right at this very moment, I need him to take me away from this horrible place and everything that has happened.
In the next breath, he’s several knuckles deep inside my body, stroking me as my back arches, and I fall headlong into bliss.
Those satiny lips of his skim down my neck, sucking on my flesh and making me squirm with need.
I feel hot all over as I rock, fucking myself on his fingers, impatient.
It feels so good, I could cry. And when he palms my breast, my head drops back on my shoulders, and I press forward into his touch, eager for him to give me something that will calm the wildness that is overtaking my body.
His rough hands provide friction to my nipple through the sheer fabric of the gown.
A rough growl sounds as he lowers his head, replacing his hand with his mouth, and a shiver rockets through my body as he laps at the taut bud, wetting the material before sucking on me.
I claw at his shoulders as a sharp zing travels from my breast straight down between my legs, and I let out a ragged cry of pleasure.
I tuck my lip between my teeth, as insanity streaks through me, and my fingers rush to find the fastening at his waistband.
He’s watching every move I make as I fumble to get his pants undone, and one tattered breath after another spills from his lips.
Slipping my hand inside, I bypass his underwear and take out his cock.
It’s hot in my hand, but the skin is velvet smooth, and the weight is heavy.
As I run my thumb over the head, he releases a soft grunt. “Fuck. What is it about you?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.” I swallow. “Please.”
His brows furrow as he gives me a quizzical stare.
My eyes plead. “I need—” On a hard exhale, I try again. “I need something today to be my decision.” With my free hand, I cup his cheek, and he tilts his head downward toward me.
Leaning forward until our foreheads meet, he whispers, “I understand.”
I bite my lip, let my chest heave as all caution is thrown to the wind. “I trust you.” And then I rise, notching the head of his dick at my entrance. I’m full-on trembling as he stares me dead in the eye, and with a nod, encourages me to sink down onto his hard length.
The way he stretches me is unreal, and I forcefully yank my thoughts to the present, focusing on the way he’s looking at me with desire and need.
A quiet groan spills from his lips as I slide up and down his shaft, and soon I’m panting, breathless.
Tension coils tighter and tighter in my core, and I’m so wet, the soundtrack to what we’re doing is downright sinful.
Through it all, I can tell he’s holding back, his jaw clenched as he watches me move.
With one hand firmly on my hip, he slips the other between us and slowly begins to circle my clit with the pads of his fingers.
My lips part as my heart picks up its pace.
It feels too good, and I know he feels the same by the low moans that fill the air.
I ache. What we’re doing is threatening to turn me inside out.
With every touch, he’s demanding pieces of me that I may not have left to give.
Frustration mounts within me as my blood pumps hard through my veins, the sound of it rushing through my head in steady bursts.
I close my eyes and crush my mouth to his, letting this moment of intense delirium crash over me.
We begin to claw and scratch, desperately coming undone. I nip at him, he bites. We tear into each other. Unleash.
Desperate to be free, my emotions fly from the prison they’ve been locked inside.
Does he understand what this has been like for me, why I need this from him?
I think he might be the one best suited to understand what I’m going through.
And while it probably shouldn’t matter to me what he’s thinking at all, a part of me wants him to get it.
I throw my head back and give in, letting the mania overtake all conscious thought. I surrender, untethered, and bask in the carnage of this unexpected bliss.