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“I’ve never seen you more beautiful,” I whisper gutturally.

She keeps up the relentless rocking pace of her hips as she claims my lips, our moans dancing together, drinking each other’s fill. I wrap my hand around her head and hold her to me, the other free hand sliding down her back, leaving goosebumps in the trail until I spank her ass and a gasp tumbles from her lips.

“So perfect,” I say between kisses.

“I need more,” she pleads.

“Take it. Take it all, Angel,” I groan. “I’ll give you everything, I’ll give you the world, you just have to take it.”

Ripping herself away, Delilah climbs off me, a pained whimper leaving my lips at the loss of her but in the next breath she spins, sitting down on top of me once more but facing away. She leans back, now flushed with my front as I moan into her ear at being inside her again.

Leaning around me, she grabs my hands, placing one on her neck and the other on her pussy.

“Touch me,” she begs.

She doesn’t have to ask twice.

Her hips rock again, moving back and forth at such a hard pace I know I’m not going to last long. Catering to her wishes, my fingers strum over her swollen clit, while the hand she placed on her neck squeezes gently. The moan that leaves her steals my breath away.

Delilah’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her hot heavy pants coming in fast as the rhythm of her hips increases.

“Are you going to come for me, Angel?” I whisper low in her ear.

Her eyes are closed in pure ecstasy but she nods furiously. “Yes! Yes!”

“Are you going to come around my cock?”

“Yes, please, please,” she whimpers. “I want it all. Make me come, Knox, please make me come.”

Turning her chin to the side, I capture her lips in a tantalizing kiss, pouring my everything into it. It’s brutal, filled with such passion that the heat pooling in my body coils tightly. Moving my hand from her neck to her breast, I tweak her nipple relentlessly as the pace of my fingers on her clit picks up, and when her body tenses atop mine, I rip my lips away and sink my canines into her neck, claiming her.

Delilah’s scream is music to my ears. Her body convulses, and she comes around my cock so furiously the feel of it, and the taste of her blood in my mouth, tips me over the edge. My hips slam upwards with a feral growl one last time before I freeze, jerking slightly as I come.

It takes a moment for the high to settle, for our heaving chests to slow, and once they do, Delilah falls limp in my arms. “I like listening to my body,” she breathes.

A burst of laughter leaves me. “So do I, Angel. So do I.”

Chapter29

Delilah

Lying in Knox’s arms, we talk for hours, keeping that silencing shield around the room, along with the door firmly locked in place. We remain in our little bubble of happiness, pretending that the world outside of this room isn’t falling apart.

I can’t help but burst out laughing at what he said. “You used to put chocolate in her shoes? Gods, why would you do that?” I sigh deeply. “The poor chocolate.”

He lets out a derisive snort. “In my defense, I was only eight and I thought it would be the funniest thing in the world to watch my mother’s face scrunch up in disgust as she shoved her feet inside them.” He lets out a low chuckle. “She would pretend to scold me for wasting such delicious food and how it took so long to clean her feet, but even as she was scolding me she was trying not to laugh. She always failed at it in the end.” He grows quiet. “I loved her dearly. Even as a little boy I did anything to make her laugh.”

“She sounds like a wonderful mother.”

“She was,” he admits, his voice thick.

Propping my head up on my fist to face him, I see the faraway look in his eyes and quickly change the topic, not wanting him to bask in his sadness for long.

“Have you heard from Nolan?”

His gaze slides back to mine, the fog clearing as he runs gentle fingers down my cheek. “Yes, not much has improved. The front lines are an active war zone but they’re holding…for now. The people of Azalea are spread throughout, some in the Air Court, others in Onyx. It’s—” He sighs heavily. “It feels as if everyone is separated during a time when we should be united.”

Returning the gentle gesture, I run my fingers through his hair. “We will be. We’ll get back to them with tangible answers, if this prophecy turns out to be right.”