“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 howit 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.
Chapter 55
XAVIER
