“Thank fuck,” I growl, happy that he's managed to keep his assets out of her greedy little paws.
Then it really hits me.
“Holy shit, that means there's nothing keeping your dad from being pissed about us.”
“Well, nothing except your colorful history,” she says with a wink. “It'll take some convincing, to be honest.”
Convincing? Fuck that. All I've got on my mind is what I'm gonna do after I've had a hot shower, a fuck, and a nice dinner with the finest woman in the world.#p#分页标题#e#
I'm marching to the bank when she isn't looking, where I've got my vault. My grandmother's ring is there, something she passed to me through dad after he died, before my bitch mom could pawn it off.
I thought about buying her the biggest diamond I could while I was rotting away in my cell. But diamonds are everywhere, and she deserves nothing but the best. This is the only ring like it in the world.
Who the fuck else's hand would it belong on besides the only woman in the world who keeps bringing me back for more?
Today, I'm the one who's experiencing shock and awe, thanking every lucky fucking star in the sky that I'm alive and loved. Tomorrow, it's Delia's turn, and I'm gonna blow her panties off.
“Where do you think you're going?” We've just checked into her room, and she tries to walk past, the little minx. I grab her, pull her into the bathroom, and put my lips on hers.
“I need a shower, and you're gonna join me.”
Her hands slide down my chest. It's winter, and I'm missing her skirts, but I still can't wait to get her jeans off so I can feel how wet she is. My hands wrap around her ass and start peeling off her clothes, her going loose and lithe, opening herself to be taken and ravaged.
And I'm gonna fucking do it too. When she's naked, I kick the door shut and flatten her against it, breathing deep, inhaling her scent.
My fingers sink into the pussy I've been waiting to feel for an eternity. It's just as good as the first time on the beach. Hell, she's wetter than she was then, aching for me, her slick, feminine scent filling the air.
I breathe deep. I stroke deep inside her cunt while my tongue winds around hers, telling her we're picking up right where we left off. Then I lift my hand up and suck my fingers, staring into her eyes.
“This taste is all I thought about when those fuckers were hurting me.” The words just spill out, and her eyes go wide, concern swirling with her lust. “Your taste, your body, your heart, Delia, baby. You kept me sane. You kept me alive.”
“Chris...”
Hearing my name on her lips is dangerous. It's almost like the sound I've been waiting for months to kiss my ears, the one she makes when she's about to come. I spread her legs, push my hips between them, rocking my hard-on against her clit.
Pleasure oozes out her hot red lips. She starts tearing at my clothes.
I help her, kicking them all to the floor, ready to show her my battle scars, ready to show her how ready I am to purify, to heal, to love.
“Oh, god.” She finds the fresh scars next to my trident, cutting across the dragon. “They must've hurt you bad.”
I shrug. “It's not like it's permanent. The military doc told me it'll fade in a few more months. The fuckers took a whip to us one day, going full medieval.”
I remember it. The scars on my back were worse, fissures that bled for days. Thankfully, they healed faster.
She looks shocked, amazed, maybe a little frightened.
Not the reaction I'm going for. I grab her hands and thrust them around my back, rolling my cock hard against her pussy, teasing her, raking my stubble over her throat extra rough when I suck at her neck.
She melts into me, moaning and pawing. I'm going to start slamming her against the door and fuck us right through it if I don't take her now.
Grabbing her hand, we step into the shower, and I twist the knob. Hot, steamy droplets spray across our bodies. She stands there and studies me like she's underneath a warm rain, hot and curious and wet.
Her nipples are in full bloom, hard as rocks, calling me to suck them, pinch them, own them.#p#分页标题#e#
I push her against the tile wall and take a handful of one tit. She arches her back and grinds her ass against my cock when I ratchet up the tension, whimpering louder than I'm used to.
It's close to that sound, but not quite. It's time to do some fine tuning.
My free hand wraps around and feels for her clit. I start making circles, squeezing her other tit, pushing my lips down to her slick, round ear.
“Is it really you?” she whines, just as my thumb starts to speed across her bud.
“I'm still the same man, Delia. The only man you're gonna be fucking for the rest of your life. They didn't break me. They didn't take our love. They didn't strip my desire. I want you more than ever. I want every fucking inch of you wrapped around me. Fuck, I want to be inside you...”