Page 143 of Injustice and Absolution

In myself.

The last time we were together was a lifetime ago. Everything is different than it once was. We’re different than we once were.

This bed is fortified with freehearted confessions and everlasting promises. And with four words—words that are small and simple until you string them together—he strengthens my belief inus.

“You have me. Forever.”

With my face held delicately in his hands, he sinks into me. I wait for him to unleash his hunger and fuck me into next week. Instead, he takes his time as though he’s getting reacquainted with my body. As though he’s taking it slow so he doesn’t miss one heart-stopping hitch of my breath, one prurient twinkle in my eye, one beseeching squeeze from my pussy.

We’re silent except for our moans. Words aren’t needed to feel the wild beating of our hearts vibrating through both of our chests. To feel the flaring heat in our eyes as we engulf one another in the flames of our passion.

There are over seven thousand languages spoken on Earth, but you won’t find one word among them more enchanting, more transfixing, or more devastating than the way our bodies move against one another.

“Does that feel good, Delilah?”

“God, yes.” My eyes roll back into my head as another orgasm flirts with my senses.

Royce increases the speed of his movements at exactly the right time. His sweet lovemaking quickening into a desperate need for delicious release.

I moan as the hard ridges of his cock massage my inner walls, his tip rubbing over the sweet spot housed within them.

“Yes, Royce, right there.” My eyes stay locked on his as his satisfying friction pushes me closer to another orgasm.

“Kitten...Fuck...You feel so fucking good around my cock.”

He’s close, if the weakening of his neck muscles are any indication. He rests his head on my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth as his hips continue to buck into me.

I fist his hair as my pleasure strengthens and draws another moan from my lips. The longer I hold the note, the harder Royce thrusts into me.

My pussy clenches as I’m launched from the cliff Royce led me to, the pressure milking his dick until his own orgasm hits.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, kitten.” He lets my nipple go to deliver his warning... Or is it a promise?

Before I can open my mouth to give him permission, I feel his hot seed spill deep inside of me.

Royce’s arms give out, and he lays his hard, sweaty body on top of mine. I wrap my arms around him as he continues to shudder with every aftershock from his orgasm. He buries his face in the crook of my neck with his cock still nestled in my pussy.

We lay still for a few minutes, and I’m content to stay like this forever. Too soon, Royce lifts himself off me, and I think he’s going to get dressed. Instead, he pulls the blankets out from beneath me then climbs back into bed. Wrapping his arms around me, he curls me to him, my back to his front.

Tears form as quickly as the smile on my lips. When he feels my body trembling, he grips my chin and turns my face toward him. With furrowed brows, his concerned stare washes over me.

“Did I hurt you, kitten?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m sorry. I’m just … feeling a lot of different emotions that my mind can’t deal with right now.”

“Donotapologize. It’s understandable after everything you’ve been through.” Royce kisses my lips sweetly, gently. “I’m sorry I was such a dick to you back at the house. And when we first got here.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” I place a hand on his cheek. “I needed a kick in the ass, and you’re the only one who would have been able to give it to me.”

With a smile, he once again tugs me tightly against his body. We stay like that for a long time, not moving. Not speaking. My body fully relaxed in the arms of the only man who has ever made me feel safe, I begin to drift off for the first time in days.

Until finally...

“Kitten?”

I swivel my head and meet his eyes, my body following with a slow turn in his arms.

Gently, he encircles my wrist, then he brings my hand to his lips. I watch as he presses a kiss to my palm before flattening it against his chest. I feel the strong, rhythmic beat of his heart beneath it.

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