Page 49 of Delirium
I failed to see that I was losing her and our children, while trying to protect everybody else.
“You know, I can take a shower myself,” she said from behind me, amusement obvious in her voice.
“I know.” I turned around and walked toward her. “But where’s the fun in that?”
I lifted her from the counter, my dick awakening as her bare pussy came into contact with my skin, but now wasn’t the time for sex. This was about her, about making her feel good. This was about putting her before everything else, even my own needs.
I walked us toward the shower, avoiding her eyes. I could almost hear the questions in her mind, especially because she told me she was leaving just a couple of hours ago.
I wanted to let her go. I wanted to let her breathe, but I couldn’t shake this feeling that something bad would happen if I didn’t keep her in my sight. I just hoped she would understand why I wanted to keep her here.
Why I needed to keep her here.
She slid down my body and pressed her back to the wall of the shower, while I opened the tap, letting the lukewarm water start from the showerhead above.
“Fancy.” She grinned, letting me pull her with me right underneath the stream.
The water around us turned red, washing off the blood we were soaked in. I missed these moments, these simple fucking moments that I didn’t cherish the first time around.
I missed just holding her hand, touching her without fear of losing her.
The red started disappearing from the remaining blond strands on her hair, leaving behind just a soft red hue. I turned the water off and took a bottle of shampoo from the shelf, putting a good amount onto my hand.
Her eyes followed my every move, her mouth closed, not a word said between us. Words weren’t needed for the emotions living between the two of us. Words couldn’t describe what I felt for her, and to say that I loved her would be the understatement of the year.
I needed her like air to breathe.
My heart turned erratic every time my eyes couldn’t see her, and having her here, like this, calmed me down in ways I didn’t know were possible.
I lathered my hands with the shampoo, and started dragging them through her wet hair, untangling the stubborn strands of hair that clung to each other. I massaged her scalp, her forehead falling to my chest, soft whimpers escaping from her mouth.
I then moved to her shoulders, slowly turning her around so that her back faced my front. I pushed her hair to the front, my thumbs digging into the knots lining her back.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “That feels so good.”
My dick stood up, pressing against her backside, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want her to think I was doing this just for sex.
“I know,” I rasped. “There’s too much tension here,” I murmured, pressing my lips to the back of her neck, eliciting shivers all over her body.
I dragged my hands over her back, then to her front, lathering her chest, playing with her nipples, before moving downward, toward her center.
I squeezed more shampoo into my hand, paying extra attention to her stomach where our kids hid, safe with their mother.
“S-Storm,” she whimpered as my hands dragged over her hips, to her mound, rubbing between her lower lips.
“Shhh,” I crooned, going down on my knees and slowly turning her around. As I looked up, I could see the desire reflecting back in her eyes, and it took all my willpower to restrain myself from getting up and pressing her against the tiles, showing her how much I loved her.
My hands glided over her legs, all the way to her ankles and up, going over the back of her thighs, over her soft ass, until I stood up, looking down at her.
“You’re so beautiful, Sunshine,” I murmured. My hands landed on her shoulders, my thumbs rubbing in small circles over her collarbone. “My heart will always be yours, Ophelia,” I whispered, unable to contain the emotion from my voice. “I know you don’t want to hear it right now, but it’s the truth. No matter what, I will always belong to you.”
Her eyes glistened, her teeth clamped down on her lower lip, while her hands rose to my face, rubbing over my stubble.
“I know, Storm,” she murmured. “And I want to thank you for giving me a choice. For actually talking to me instead of only issuing commands.”
If only she had any idea.
The irrational part of me wanted to lock her inside the room and throw away the key until this situation with Belladonna was resolved, but Ophelia wasn’t a girl who needed to be coddled. She didn’t want me to protect her.
