She’s going to fucking kill me.
I slide my hand around the nape of her neck to anchor her to me as I thrust my hips forward, claiming another inch of her pussy. And then another. She groans, the sound vibrating through her body and straight to my cock. It pulses, ready to fuck her raw.
But I won’t. Not yet. I want to savor every part of her.
I keep pressing deeper until I’m filling her, until she claws my back, drawing blood as I take her virginity, drawing hers. No one has ever been inside her, and no one else ever fucking will. The moment is so intense that I pause, wanting to commit every single detail to memory. But it doesn’t last long because my need to fuck her takes over.
I pull out almost completely before ramming back into her, forcing her body to accept me. My pace becomes rough and demanding, my grip bruising. I don’t stop, not when her nails rake down my back, over my tattooed feathers. I don’t stop when she whimpers into my shoulder right before her teeth sink into my flesh.
I want to claim her. And I am. Her body is mine.
“Look at me,” I say.
It takes a moment, but her eyes find mine, the green glittering like emeralds. The sight of her looking up at me, full of my cock with my cum on her back, makes me thrust harder, faster, deeper.
“You feel this?” I ask, slamming into her again, the chains rattling loudly. “This is real. This is what I’ve protected for three years, what I’ve waited for. What I’ll never fucking share.”
I punctuate the statement with another hard thrust, the force causing her body to slide up, her hair spilling over the edges of the altar. Delilah moans and lifts her hips, her eyes glazed with lust.
The sight is almost too much. My possessive nature and her acceptance of it is my undoing.
I grab the chain connected to the manacle and yank her toward me, the movement forcing me deeper inside her, tearing a cry from her lips. I can’t take my eyes off of her, the way she responds to me, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
Her moans increase in volume and frequency as her pussy gets wetter. I drive as deep as I can go, wanting this to last but knowing she needs relief. As long as it’s whenIsay, my girl always gets to come first.
I reach out and grab her throat. “I just need a little bit more.”
Her cunt squeezes me as if to give me what I want. Every minute spent inside Delilah is fucking perfection. She takes me so beautifully, even though she’s gasping for air.
“Come for me,” I say, releasing her throat.
My command is all she needs. Her pussy contracts, and her body jerks. She screams my name. The sound of it sets off my orgasm, and I fill her with my cum, the force of it making my vision blur.
When I blink, she comes into focus. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And she’s all mine.
Chapter 52
DELILAH
The morning sun shines through the purple curtains, casting a violet shadow across the floor. I tug at the hem of my skirt, trying to decide if it’s too short for me.
“It’s not going to get any longer, no matter how much you pull on it,” Raven says. She watches me from her bed with a textbook propped open in her lap, her mouth twisted in amusement. “But your legs are banging.”
“Thanks.”
“Is that skirt for X? Better access and all that?”
I meet her gaze, and a flush spreads over my cheeks. “No, it’s for me. I’m feeling sexy today.”
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see the same face, but underneath I’m a completely different person. The woman who stares back at me has a sparkle in her eyes, a sensual smile, and her shoulders back with confidence. Xavier put those there.
“You know, you never confirmed if he’s as hung as people say.” When I shoot her a look, she shrugs. “You can’t blame Sherlock for gathering clues.”
My flush spreads, crawling down my neck. “I’m going to confirm, and then we’re never going to speak about it again. Yes, he’s huge.”
I feel the aftereffects of him fucking me every time I take a step. It reminds me of what happened between us, and then my pussy flutters, making everything worse. I’m going to have to take pain killers all day.
“I fucking knew it,” Raven says with a salacious grin. “I’m happy for you. Insanely jealous but happy.”
