Page 146 of Deliria

It’s white. Everything is white. The walls, the bed frame, the covers, all of it. It should feel sterile, clinical, and yet, it feels - peaceful. Warm.

“We did it?” I ask but I already know the answer.

We did do it. We wouldn’t be here, safe, if we hadn’t.

Rafe pulls me in, his arms wrapping around me and he plants the softest of kisses on my lips. “It’s over,” He says.

My heart leaps, I blink back, seeing that image of him, of Alexander lying dead before he disappeared under the surface.

Maybe this is a dream. Maybe this is all just a hallucination of my mind. That in reality, I’m there, in that dungeon, or worse, I’m high as a kite and someone is abusing my body, abusing me. Either way, it doesn’t really matter because right now, I am here. And so is Rafe.

For once, it’s us, just us.

I smile at him, leaning further into his embrace. My body seems to tingle everywhere we’re touching. It’s like I’ve been electrified in the most delicious of ways.

His hands slide up my waist, grabbing at the shift dress I have on, and then he pauses. I know what he’s thinking, what he’s going to say and right now, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want him to speak it. To remind me of what we went through, all the times I’ve been here, in this moment, only, it wasn’t consensual.

So I slam my lips back into his, silencing that question on the tip of his tongue. A growl emits from his throat as he kisses me back and it’s the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever heard. Thisman, he’s all muscle, all brute strength. Seeing him there, in that room, reduced to little more than a thing to fuck, that broke my heart, but that was also the point, wasn’t it? Alexander couldn’t have beaten him man to man. No, he had to drug him, to incapacitate him, to cheat his way to victory. Only, he’s not the victor is he? He didn’t win.

I let out a gasp of relief that rapidly turns to something akin to a moan.

Rafe pulls the dress up, over my head before he tosses it away.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, his breath hot against my skin, making it erupt into more goosebumps.

“You’re beautiful too,” I whisper back, tracing my hands over his muscles, over his chest, over that part that his brother mutilated so long ago.

His lips curl into a crooked smile but he doesn’t say anything, he just leans in and kisses me again, working his way down my body, peppering my skin, my breasts, all of me.

He eases my thighs apart, his touch so soft, so gentle, and it’s enough to drive me insane. I can’t tell if he’s going slow because he’s teasing me, or worse, he’s afraid I’m still damaged, still affected by what we went through.

“Touch me,” I beg. “Please, Rafe, I think I’ll die right here if you don’t.”

He chuckles, calling me dramatic but he lowers his mouth right where I want it all the same.

I raise my hips, urging him on as he takes an agonisingly slow lick right through the centre of me. “More, I need more.”

He teases me, he tortures me for a good few moments before he slides his fingers into me, pumping in and out while his mouth latches onto my clit.

“Rafe,” I arch my back, clenching at the sheets. He hasn’t even gotten started and already I’m a damned mess for him.

He stares up at me, his eyes locking onto mine in a way that is so predatory, so possessive.

I can feel how much of a mess I’m making. I can see it, my arousal covering his stubble, gleaming in the soft light. My body physically shakes, I’m trembling, mewling, in a complete and utter state but just as I think he’s going to put me out of my misery, he stops.

My heart is thumping in my chest. I’m so needy right now I think I could actually cry.

“You’re not coming.” He states as he drags my body down, drags me to the edge of the bed. “You’re not coming until I can feel you around my cock.”

I can’t reply. I can’t even string a sentence together. He wraps my legs around his waist and he nudges himself at my entrance.

I brace myself for the pain. For the flashbacks. For that moment of intrusion that I know, even if he’s as gentle as he can be, will be brutal because of everything I’ve gone through. His eyes look so hungry, he looks like the same beast who hunted me down through the woods and it makes my heart seem to flutter more and more.

In one slow thrust he pushes all the way inside me, and it doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel anything but incredible.

I reach up, my hands wrapping around his neck as I pull him closer. I want to drown in him, drown in his smell, in his touch, in all of him.

“God, I love you,” He growls.

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