Page 48 of Delirium
“Come for me, Sunshine,” I growled, biting down on her neck. “I want to feel you shatter.”
As if a switch was turned on, her walls clamped down on my cock, fluttering at the same time, milking me.
I lost it.
With an inhumane roar, my orgasm rushed through my body, pulling from the very core of my being, going all the way to my balls, through my cock, emptying inside of her.
“Storm!” she screamed out, shaking in my arms, holding onto me like a lifeline. I had no idea where she began and where I ended. Black dots danced in the periphery of my vision. I held on even after the tremors subsided, even after my body stopped shaking from the force of our orgasm.
I pulled slightly back, looking down at her and her sleepy eyes. The satisfied look on her face warmed my heart, my hand dragging over her hair, all the way to the matted ends, covered in Nova’s blood.
Both of us looked like a mess—her covered in the blood of an enemy, me full of scratches and the blood Ophelia painted me with.
“We need a shower.” I chuckled, pressing my lips against her temple.
“Too tired,” she yawned, pressing her head to my chest. “Sleep.”
“I know, but you’ll hate waking up covered in her blood.” I slowly detached myself from her, hissing at the loss of contact. My cum spilled down her thighs and over the bloody bed sheets.
The sight of her like this, ruined by me, satisfied and sleepy, calmed the monster living inside of my chest. Mindlessly, I started spreading the cum that spilled down, over her body, over her belly—
“What are you doing?” she asked, chuckling at my attempts to cover her in me as much as possible.
“Marking you,” I mumbled, looking at my masterpiece. “Besides,” I looked up at her, “it’s full of protein. I heard it’s good for the skin.”
The gleam in her eyes put a smile back on my face.
“You’re such a goof.” She smiled back at me.
“I know.” I nodded. Wrapping my arms around her back and underneath her legs, I lifted her up bridal style and started walking toward the door.
“What are you doing?” she asked, wrapping her arm around my neck.
“Shower, talk, food and then sleep,” I said. “Hold on tight,” I instructed, feeling her other arm wrapping around me as I shifted her in my arms and opened the door.
I crossed the short distance between our rooms, thankful that no one was there on the floor. I didn’t want to share this moment with anyone else. This was only for us, and hopefully this would be the new beginning we needed.
I needed to tell her about the pact I made with Nico, and I just hoped she wouldn’t hit me with the shower head once I did.
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STORM
As soon aswe stepped inside the bathroom, I placed Ophelia on top of the counter, right next to the sink. I fumbled with the water tap at the bathtub, wanting to make this good for her. We would need to wash off the blood first, before using the bathtub, but I wanted to make her feel good.
Cherished.
Loved.
I had been doing a poor job over the last couple of months, and I hated myself for leaving her all alone when she needed me. She was one of the strongest people I knew, but I also knew other pregnant ladies, and it was obvious that they needed the support.
Yes, she had Zoe and Atlas, but she needed me even if she didn’t want to voice it.
And I left her all alone.
I was too busy thinking about everyone and everything else, forgetting that only one person mattered in this entire game. If it was necessary, I would step down as the president. Hearing Nova say all those things made me realize how wrong I really was.
I played right into Belladonna’s hands, almost losing Ophelia, because I was too weak to realize that nothing else mattered but my family. The Club was my family for so long, that I failed to see what I was doing to the woman who loved me.
