“Good.”
She removes her clothes before kissing me, her lips warm and inviting. She’s all the comfort and peace I could ever need. I deepen the kiss, the need to taste her overwhelming, the desire for more consuming.
“Fuck, you’re sweet.” I lean forward, pressing her into the bed, my body covering hers. “I want to devour every inch of you.”
I move my mouth to her neck, trailing kisses along her delicate skin. Her scent is intoxicating, the sweet aroma filling my nostrils. As I slide my hand along her side, I can feel the tension in her muscles, her body straining against mine, drawing close.
She reaches up and tangles her fingers in my hair, her grip firm.
“Xavier,” she moans, her voice a siren song, luring me deeper into the depths of desire.
I kiss a path down her body, tasting every inch of her. She spreads her legs, granting me access to the part of her I want to worship. The part of her that no other man will ever have.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, the words a whisper against her skin. “I can’t wait.”
I move up her body, capturing her lips with mine. My tongue delves into her mouth, exploring, seeking, claiming. She tastes like heaven, and I can’t get enough.
I’m quick to strip from my clothes, wanting the heat of her skin to scorch mine. My hands move to her hips, lifting heragainst me, my cock grinding against her pussy. She gasps, her nails digging into my arms, a sharp pain that fuels my lust. I grind into her again, and she arches her back, her expression a mix of pleasure and agony.
“Fucking look at me,” I say.
I reach down to grip the back of her head, forcing her to watch as I grab my erection and circle the head against her dripping pussy. The action sends sparks of pleasure racing through me, a delicious torment. Her cunt is hot and wet, and her arousal is slick on my cock.
I slowly thrust into her, burying myself in her beautiful body once inch at a time. “Look at my cock filling you. Stretching you. Claiming you.” Her inner muscles clench around me, a tight, perfect fit. “That’s it,” I murmur, gripping her hair. “Let me fuck you.”
She fists her hands in the sheets, her knuckles white. “I need you.”
“You have me,” I say, thrusting into her, harder and faster. “Always.”
“Always.”
I grip her hips, holding her in place, pounding into her. Her moans are music to my ears, the sweetest song, the melody of her passion. The pleasure builds, her muscles tightening, her body trembling.
“So fucking good,” I grit out.
I drive into her, the pace frantic, desperate. With every thrust, I chant her name again and again, as well as my love for her. I can’t stop telling her, even if I wanted to.
“I’m going to come,” she gasps.
“That’s right, little raptor,” I say, my voice low and rough. “Come for me.”
She cries out, her voice breaking. I bury my cock inside her, her heat pulsing around me, pushing me over the edge. Thepleasure is too much, the feeling of her wrapped around me too addictive.
“I love you,” I say, the words coming from the deepest part of me, the truest part. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
My father taught me how to kill, how to survive, but Delilah showed me how to live.
How to love.
She smiles up at me. “I love you too.”
“The fuck?” I shift to grip her throat, my gaze narrowing. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Not about this.”
I don’t think I’ll survive it.
“I’m not lying.” Her voice is soft, and her eyes are wide, the sincerity in her expression genuine.
As I stare down at her, the tension in me drains away. I pull her close, the realization washing over me. “Really?”
