“Please,” Deliya sobbed.
“Please, what?” Darien asked, although his own resolve was crumbling as fast as hers, with no reason to stop it from doing so.#p#分页标题#e#
“Take me,” she pleaded.
“Fuck me again, Darien, please.”
It took monumental willpower on his part not to do that exactly right then and there, but shower sex wasn’t what he’d had in mind for the second round.
“I will,” he promised instead. “Right after we finish here.”
He let her go, not missing the silent whimper of regret as he pulled his fingers out. Deliya’s eyes told him everything he needed to know. He smiled. So that was what she wanted. That went far, far beyond his wildest dreams. The thrill of battle was gone from his blood, but a new fight dawned, making it sing again. It wasn’t that she was teasing him, she was provoking him to take what he wanted, because it was what she wanted as well.
He started to wash himself, watching Deliya observe him for a moment and then return to her own lathering. There was a quiet smile at the corners of her lips, mirrored in his smirk, but he was going to get his little star to admit everything her body was telling him already.
It was a very, very good day.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Deliya
It felt nice to be warm. After the horrendous cold on Antaris, for some reason much more vivid now that she could afford to think of it, the warm shower was just what she needed. If only the look in Darien’s eyes didn’t make her shiver.
She wondered if she’d pushed him far enough on purpose. Quite possible, considering how much she’d enjoyed being firmly in his strong arms, with that deep, seductive voice exposing her desire to him. The thought of what was to come made her knees go weak. So much for letting him think this was just a quick fuck and hiding the fact she wanted him so badly it ached. Now he knew, now he definitely knew and if her guess was even close to being correct, there was no way he‘d let her get away with that easily.
In a daze, she washed all the sweat from her skin, perfectly aware that while Darien was doing the same, his eyes had not left her once. His lips were curled into a knowing, sexy smirk she’d have wanted to slap away if she hadn’t enjoyed it. He was waiting, and Deliya had no intention of delaying anything. She had barely finished drying herself when Darien’s hands closed around her waist, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her neck.
She shivered in anticipation. Not even the frustration of getting caught in her pretense could overshadow that. She knew Darien, he wouldn’t use this against her in any other way than very directly, there in her room, with her body betraying her so completely it was no use denying it.
“Get on the bed,” Darien said quietly.
She moved to obey, the effect of his voice on her body so immediate it scared her. Her pussy throbbed at the thought of him behind her, pounding her into the bed…
“On your stomach,” he ordered.
She didn’t have to take it as a command, Deliya knew that, but she had no problem with obeying or with what he was suggesting. She wanted to know what he had in mind. She could say no any time that suited her. Her only problem was she’d hoped he wouldn’t find out how little she wanted to say no to anything having to do with him.
She crawled on the bed and lay down on her stomach, feeling the coldness of the sheets against her skin.
“Ass up,” Darien’s voice said.
Her breath caught at the thought of exposing herself like that to Darien, but lust overrode any shame she might have felt. Saying nothing, merely burying her fingers in the sheets, Deliya did as she was told.
She felt Darien climb on the bed with her, kneeling behind her, letting his hands run over the curves of her ass. Every nerve in her body was tense, expectant.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are,” Darien said, tipping two fingers inside her pussy, making her whimper.
“I mean, you do, but not to the full extent,” he went on, pulling the fingers out to massage her clit.
Deliya’s hands fisted into the sheets.
“I’m just realizing this now. And now I know something else as well.”
Deliya cursed under her breath, but she knew she wouldn’t have done anything differently. Having Darien there with her, in her room, with his amazing, steady hands giving her pleasure… it was worth getting teased.
“Now I know that you want me too. Not just for a fuck, you think I’m handsome,” Darien said, the amused triumph clear in his tone.
Deliya felt she would have found that much more annoying if he hadn’t timed saying that just right – at the moment he pushed his fingers back in – and the way she moaned couldn’t possibly be interpreted as arguing.#p#分页标题#e#
“And while anyone can say I let things go, I want to hear you admit that. All of it. I want to hear you scream my name and say how much you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk.”
Very difficult to counter, Deliya thought, considering it was all true. She opted to remain silent for the lack of a compelling argument.
Darien chuckled.
“I didn’t think for a moment you might give in easily,” he said quietly. “Have it your way.”
Then he bent to lick her. The sound she made was halfway between a scream and a sob, a broken version of both. She bit into her pillow not to repeat that embarrassing sound effect, but Darien could undoubtedly draw his own conclusions, because she heard – and felt – him chuckle.
His tongue felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Darien’s mouth was pressed against her pussy, his hands pulling her wide open for him to taste. With every bit of her self-control going into not moaning for every swipe of Darien’s tongue, Deliya couldn’t stop herself from grinding down shamelessly to get more contact if that was even possible.
When he licked gently over her clit, she shivered so strongly Darien had to hold her in place for him. The pillow muffled only some of the noises she made as he circled her clit with his tongue, sucking on it slowly, making her toes curl in pleasure.
“Are you still favorable towards me?” Darien asked, pulling back.
Deliya didn’t have to look behind her to see his smile. Her resolve not to answer the taunt was short-lived as he went on, “Or should I stop?”
“No,” she said quickly.
That bloody bastard. That bloody gorgeous, amazing, damnable bastard.
“Oh,” Darien said, not even bothering to sound surprised. “Should I continue?”
Her pussy ached for his tongue so badly every second hurt.
“Yes,” she said, moaning as he gave her a quick lick.
“Are you sure?” he teased. “I wouldn’t want to do anything you don‘t like. Do you like it?”
For the last sentence, his voice dropped impossibly low again. Deliya whimpered into her pillow, utterly helpless before him, but even more so before her desire for him.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I like it.”
She didn’t need to see the victorious smirk to know it was there. All Deliya cared about by that point was feeling that amazing tongue on her once more. As though he’d read her mind, Darien gave her just that. His fingers pulled her pussy open for him and he darted his tongue inside her, driving the last of her mind to sweet, sweet oblivion.
The sheets were crumpled beneath her hands as she clawed at them, searching for any way to channel the ecstasy flowing in her veins. It didn’t seem possible Darien’s tongue could reach so far inside her, but it felt as if he wanted to taste every inch of her pussy. She whimpered, pushing back against him. When he pulled away, she steeled her resolve not to beg him, at least.
Instead of his tongue, Darien’s fingers returned. He easily plunged two in, her body readily accepting them. He scissored them inside her, stretching her wider. Deliya couldn’t help but moan. He knew exactly what he was doing, brushing against every nerve ending in her body, or so it seemed as her body was frozen around his fingers, her ass in the air, presenting itself for him to use.
When she thought she could no longer bear it, that she’d come from his fingers alone, Darien stopped. Before she knew it, Deliya felt herself flipped around to lie on her back, hornier than she’d ever been in her life, staring up at him.
If she’d thought he looked gorgeous before, she hadn’t properly seen him in pleasure. He knelt above her, his cock hard and huge, making her mouth water. From under the dark curls of his hair, his eyes shone brighter than stars. Every inch of him sculpted like he was a model from which warriors were made, he knelt and looked at her with intensity that made her want to either run from him or throw her legs open for him.
He nudged them apart himself.
“So tell me,” he growled. “Do I look just fine?”
Deliya had to swallow at the sight of him, so the truthful answer was no.
“Hmm,” Darien replied before coming forward to kneel over her chest.
His hand lifted her head off the pillow she had at some point actually bitten through and guided her lips to his cock.
It was so huge she could barely fit even the head in her mouth. That didn’t seem to matter to Darien, though. As she licked the tip of his cock, he hissed in pleasure, stroking himself slowly in tune with her licks. She lifted her eyes to his, seeing the wave of ecstasy creeping closer with each movement of her head.#p#分页标题#e#