Page 78 of Deliria

I plant my thumb on her clit and she lets out a moan that feels like it comes right from her very soul.

As she stares down at me, as I hold that beautiful gaze, I begin circling again, I begin using her like she’s the puppet and not me.

And suddenly it’s a battle of wills now. Me against her.

She bites her lip, locking her legs around my head and I swear I see that old defiance, that flash of fire. She’s not muddled by the drugs, she’s not sedated or subdued in any way. She’s the old Scarlett. The real Scarlett.

And I’ve got her right where I want her, where I’ve always wanted her.

Where I’ve dreamed of having her.

“Come for me.” I murmur. “Come for me.”

I know she knows what I’m saying. What I’m asking. That I’m talking to the demon side. Commanding that part of her to obey.

Her lips pull into a smile, her eyes sparkling like sunlight on the sea.

She throws her head back, rocks her cunt right against my thumb and as I watch she uses me, she uses my hand, my body, me, to get herself off.

I’m no longer in control. I lost it somewhere along the way, but it doesn’t even matter now. She’s arching her back, pinching one of her nipples, proving what we both knew all along, that she does like the pain, that it does get her off.

And then she’s performing. Like the very devil dancing in the ashes. She’s screaming, writhing, giving in to her pleasure. Looking every inch as beautiful and deadly as I know her to truly be.

As she relaxes her grip, I refuse to give her even a moment’s respite.

I pull myself up, engulfing her body with my own and I claim that beautiful mouth of hers. I claim those gasps, that shaky breath, I claim it all.

She’s mine now. All fucking mine.

Her hands tear down my back, scratching my skin in the most decadent hit of pain.

With my knee I nudge her leg aside from where it’s fallen and I sink into her, burying myself inside her. I delight in the fact that all that fear and hesitation is long forgotten, that for this brief moment I can do what I want, be as rough as I want, fuck her exactly the way I want.

The way she wants too.

Inch by inch, she lets me in, her body stretching to accommodate me, her breath coming in needy little gasps against my mouth.

She’s so fucking so wet, so perfect. I want to stay here, buried in her, fucking owning her for all eternity.

She meets my thrusts, her hips rising to meet mine while her hands continue to explore my body.

I can feel her getting closer, can feel her body tightening around mine, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” I groan, my body shaking with the effort of holding back. “You feel so fucking good.”

She moans, her head thrown back, her body arching against mine. “Rafe,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I’m... I’m so close...”

I slip a hand between us, my fingers finding her clit, stroking her, teasing her, pushing her over the edge and then she throws her head back, screaming my name as she comes. Her body convulses around mine, her pussy clenching down on me like a vice.

It’s too much, too fucking much.

I thrust into her one last time, burying myself deep as I come hard, my body shuddering with the force of my release.

I collapse on top of her, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body shaking with the aftershocks of my own release. She holds me, her arms wrapped around me, her body cradling mine.

I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, her breath warm on my neck.

We lie like that for a while, our bodies entwined, our breaths almost synchronized. She’s completely relaxed beneath me, completely at peace.

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