Page 40 of Delirium
“No, Storm,” I warned. “Don’t get any ideas.” I chuckled. “I’m thinking of living with her because it will be easier. The hospital is just around the corner from her apartment, and you wouldn’t be too far away in case I need you.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he answered, but I recognized that mischievous look in his eyes.
“No, you didn’t say anything, but your thoughts are pretty loud. I’m not staying with her because I want to be close to you.”Liar. “It’s just more convenient.” Lies, lies, lies, all of those were lies.
I wanted to be close to him, because even though I could protect myself, I felt safer knowing he was around. But my stubborn ass didn’t want to admit that out loud and rather than saying it, I tried playing it cool.
It was obvious I was failing.
“Right, right.” He grinned. “I believe you.”
“I’m telling the truth.” I huffed.
“I know, Sunshine.” He smiled and took a step closer to me, taking my hand in his. “You’re going to stay with Zoe because it’s more convenient.”
“Yes, that’s correct,” I said.
“And because you want to be close to me.”
“Yes, that’s… No.” I shook my head. “Storm, stop twisting my words.”
“I’m not doing anything.” He had the audacity to laugh at me. “I’m just repeating what you said.”
“Liar.” I smiled.
His fingers trailed over my arm, all the way to my shoulder, slowly sneaking into my hair at the back of my neck, massaging my scalp. A moan escaped from my lips, my nipples immediately standing up, begging for his attention. My body was the biggest traitor, and ever since I got pregnant, it seemed that all I could think about was him.
I stopped counting how many times I woke up horny and needy, itching for a release, but he wasn’t with me.
“Go to bed, Sunshine,” Storm rasped, his pupils dilated, his entire body humming with need just like mine. “You need to rest.”
“I know,” I whispered, closing my eyes, and pressing my body to his. “Will you come to tuck me into bed?” I asked as I looked up at him.
My nipples rubbed against his chest, the clothing between us creating a friction that shot straight to my core. My teeth bit down on my lower lip, stopping the moan threatening to erupt from me.
His cock strained against his pants, pressing into my hip, and fuck it all, I wanted this man. Even if it was the last time, I fucking wanted him.
“Come to bed with me,” I purred, pushing my fingers through his hair. “I need you, Storm.”
“Fuck,” he cursed, pressing his forehead against mine. “You don’t know what you do to me, Ophelia. You have no fucking idea.”
“Then come and show me,” I murmured, pressing my lips to the skin at his throat, my teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh just behind his ear.
“I’m trying to be good, Sunshine,” he groaned. “I’m trying to give you space.”
“But I don’t want space now,” I said. “I want you. Tomorrow, we can have space and anything else we might need. Tonight, I want you to break me and put me back together.”
“Jesus fucking fuck,” he muttered, pushing his hips against me. His hand snuck into my pants, straight into my underwear, where my heat throbbed with insane need.
“You’re soaked,” he growled as his fingers dragged through my folds, softly touching my clit. “Is this for me, Sunshine?” he asked.
“Y-Yes,” I moaned. “I can’t use the vibrator anymore, Storm. It isn’t working.” I cried out as he pushed one finger through my opening.
“Fuck. Fuck. Are you thinking of me when you play with this pussy? Do you call out my name while you’re playing with my pussy?”
“Your pussy?” I asked, chuckling.
“Yes,” he growled. “This is my pussy, Ophelia. Today, tomorrow, seventy years from now, this will always be my pussy.”
