Page 46 of Delirium
My ending.
My fucking forever.
For a moment there, I saw fear flashing through those brilliant eyes of hers. Fear of rejection, of my anger, as if I actually gave a fuck about Nova. I kept her around because I was told to do so. I kept her around because she was a means to an end. But this woman in front of me, Ophelia, was who my heart would always beat for.
It had been beating only for her since the first moment my eyes landed on her. Since I felt her anger, her pain, and her fury, as if they were my own.
The best decision I had ever made was keeping her with me. Even when she hated me. Even when she fought me, it was the best damn thing I ever did, and I would do it all over again if it meant having her here with me.
She pushed her leggings down, her pale skin coming out, my eyes feasting on her long legs. My cock hardened at the sight of those scars I gave her, when I carved my name into her thigh. Her leggings fell to the floor, kicked off by her, leaving her only in red panties, waiting for my teeth to remove them.
I bent down, going on my knees, wrapping my hands around her calves, pulling her entire body until her bottom rested on the edge of the bed.
Her shirt rode up, revealing her stomach. Our kids slept there, protected by their mother. She still wasn’t showing as much as I would want her to, but I could see the soft rounding of her belly. As if they had a mind of their own, my hands traveled over the length of her legs, over her hips, to her belly, needing to touch the two miracles she carried inside.
“Mine,” I growled, looking up at her. “All three of you are mine, Ophelia.”
Her pupils dilated, her chest rising and falling with harsh breaths as she kept herself up on her elbows.
“I told you I would give you time, and I will keep my promise. But don’t ever think that you don’t belong to me. You and these kids are all I need, Ophelia. Don’t you ever forget that.”
“Storm,” she whimpered. “You don’t me—”
“I mean it, baby girl. I mean it with my whole heart. I fucked up. I fucked up massively, but I will spend the rest of my life proving that I was the right choice. That I was the only choice for you.”
I didn’t let her answer that. I knew she had doubts. It was obvious in the way she was looking at me, fighting through the haze of lust, but I needed her to understand that I wasn’t letting go.
Bending my head down, I pressed my nose to her mound, inhaling her spicy scent. Her smooth skin under the palms of my hands felt like silk, and even the scars I knew she hated were what I loved. They were a part of her. A part of the woman I loved.
My teeth clamped down on the band of her panties, pulling them down, revealing her glistening pussy. My hand pushed her panties down her legs, letting them fall next to her leggings.
Her heady scent made me dizzy; dizzy with lust, with need rivaling her own.
“Storm!” she screeched as my tongue lapped at her soaked pussy, drinking in the juices spilling from her
“Shhh,” I murmured against her center, keeping her still with my hand at her hip. “I need to clean you up, baby. Stay still.”
“I-I can’t,” she moaned. “It’s too much. I need—”
“I know what you need,” I replied. My tongue circled around her clit, my teeth softly biting down on the enlarged nub. “I know exactly what you need,” I said as I pushed two fingers through her tight opening, stretching her wide.
“Oh, God!”
“That’s it, darling,” I mumbled, licking her clean. My fingers scissored inside of her, rubbing against her walls, against that spot I knew drove her crazy.
“Fuck!” she yelled out, falling down on the bed.
Her hips moved in the rhythm of my fingers, seeking the sweet release only I could give her. My third finger joined the other two, my muscles cramping from the force I was pushing in and out, while my tongue lapped at her.
She was the only meal I needed.
The only salve I needed to soothe my wounds.
“I-I…” she trailed off, her chest rising into the air. “I’m going to—”
Her walls fluttered around my fingers, but before I could push her over the edge, I pulled out, completely detaching myself from her.
Her eyes flew open, anger and confusion filling the lines of her face.
