Page 47 of Delirium
“What the fuck, Storm?” she yelled, breathing heavily. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” I murmured, lowering myself down, pressing my lips to hers. “I need to feel you around me, Sunshine. Remember, you only get to come when I say so.”
“Storm,” she moaned, trembling as my hands explored her entire body. I pushed her shirt above her chest, her heavy breasts inviting me in.
“These are bigger now,” I mumbled as my mouth closed around her nipple. My fingers pinched the other one, earning another moan from her. “I bet I could get you to come just by doing this.” I grinned.
“T-they’re sensitive,” she hissed, looking down at me. “It’s the pregnancy.”
“Hmmm,” I murmured. “I might need to keep you pregnant all the time if this is the response I’d be getting.”
“Storm!” she yelled out as I bit down on her nipple, my tongue licking around as my teeth retracted.
“You have no idea what it does to me, knowing that you’re carrying our children here,” I said, placing my hands over her stomach again. “I can’t wait to see you with a large belly, walking around, knowing that I have permanently marked you as mine.”
I pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the side, followed by my pants and my boxers. My cock sprung free, weeping, wanting in.
“I wanna keep you like this, Ophelia,” I murmured, kissing my way over her belly, toward her collarbone. “I want to keep you barefoot and pregnant, and in my fucking kitchen. I have no idea why. I want to see you with ten children, running around our house, all of them looking like you, with your eyes, and these pouty lips.” I pressed my thumb to her lower lip. “I want it all, and I want it with you.”
“Storm,” she growled, wrapping her arms around my neck. “If you don’t fuck me right now, you won’t have a dick to make all those kids.”
I started laughing, my chest expanding from the love, the need for her, the utter possessive need to own her and for her to own me.
“Your wish,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “is my command.”
I held her hips in my hands, lifting her only enough for my dick to run through her folds, teasing her further.
“Storm!”
I chuckled, but I believed her when she said she would cut off my dick. I lined up my dick with her opening, and without waiting another second, I slammed in, finally going home.
“Fuck!” I cursed at the same time as her moans echoed around us. “Jesus fucking fuck, Ophelia.”
“More,” she groaned. Her body was marred with Nova’s blood, and unable to help myself, my hands started dragging over her chest, spreading the crimson as if her body was a canvas for me to paint on.
She did the same, dragging her hands over my chest, her tiny nails biting into my skin, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to spur me, to push my hips to start working on their own.
My mind blanked as I lifted her up, holding her chest pressed to mine, slamming inside her as if I would never get to do this again.
But I would prove to her that she could trust me, that I was made for her. I never fucking believed in soulmates until I met her that day, until my heart fluttered in my chest, coming alive at the sight of this spitfire who didn’t give a fuck how dangerous it was approaching Sons of Hades like that.
My hips pistoned, the sound of our bodies slamming against each other music to my ears. Ophelia’s lips sought out mine, her eyes firmly plastered to mine, giving me everything I ever needed.
Love.
Hate.
Pain.
She showed me everything in these moments, everything she had felt over the last couple of months, and I hated that I was the one who put it all there.
“I love you, Sunshine,” I breathed out, my fingers rubbing against her clit. “You might hate me now, but I will always love you.”
“Storm,” she moaned, looking into my eyes. “Please. Please… I can’t.”
“Do you want to come?” I asked, knowing what the answer would be already. Her body was trembling, ready to release the pent-up energy she kept inside. Beads of sweat ran down my temples, mixing with hers as she pressed the side of her face to mine.
The tremors shook my body, my balls strung up tight, and I needed her to come. I wanted us to come together.
