Page 77 of Deliria

She opens her mouth to protest, but I don’t give her a chance to speak anymore. Instead, I swallow those words, claim them with my tongue, using the simplicity of distraction to stop her from asking more about my mangled skin.

But as easily as it distracts her, within seconds she’s freezing, locking up.

I break apart, seeing that fear back in her eyes. She’s as skittish as a wild animal and while in the right circumstances I could turn that to my advantage, the whole point of this was to fix her.

“We’ll go slow,” I promise. “We’ll go at your pace, Scarlett. You’re in control here and we can stop any time you want.”

Those are words I’ve never said before. Words I’ve never needed to.

I’ve never forced a girl, but I’ve also never been in such a fucked up, messed up nightmare of a situation as this one.

She nods, her breath hitching as I settle between her legs.

She’s still so wet, so damn welcoming, and it would be so easy to just slide inside and take my pleasure. But I can feel her tense, feel her body resisting, despite her words to the contrary.

I lower my mouth, plant a light kiss right at her core and she gasps. It’s a quick, sharp sound, one that reveals she really is right on the edge of shattering still.

“Breathe, Little Bird,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her labia. “Just breathe and relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.”

She takes a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing beneath me, and just as she sinks a little more into the mattress, I take one long languid lick right up her sex.

“Rafe,” She gasps, but that sound, it’s so different.

I can’t help but smirk. I can’t help but to revel in the fact that I’ve barely done anything, and she’s already crying out my name.

Gently, I place my hands either side of her entrance and I pull her labia apart, coaxing her open more for me.

I need to taste her, I need to bury my tongue inside her, to kiss all those awful cuts better.

Her hand buries itself in my hair as I thrust my tongue as deep as I can get, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

Suddenly I’m not thinking, not caring, not gentle.

I’m rabid.

I’m an addict.

I wrap my hands around both her thighs, pulling them further apart, forcing her body to bend to me as I devour every inch of her delicious cunt.

She moans, she writhes, at least she tries to because I won’t allow her the movement she wants. I’m too lost, too delirious. I need this moment with her as much as she does.

I feel like I’ve been the one adrift. I’ve been the one lost, trapped, cut off and finally, finally I’ve found the cure. I’ve found my purpose.

“Fuck.” I groan the word against her core. I tongue fuck her over and over until I’m certain there is no more of her arousal left, that I’ve drunk it all up and replaced it my saliva.

“Scarlett.” I cry, feeling like I’m about to blow my load. Feeling like the taste of her alone is enough to make me come everywhere.

“Rafe,” She gasps back. “Fuck, Rafe, like that, please, just like that.”

I wanted her to beg out in the woods. I wanted her on her knees, begging for me to make her come.

I’d gotten off on that power, on that idea of her submission. But right now, I feel like the tables have turned. That I’m the one caught inhertrap.

Is the old Scarlett suddenly back?

Is that what I’ve done?

Perhaps I’ve summoned the demon after all?

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