Page 142 of Injustice and Absolution

Finally.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

DELILAH

"There has never been anything more real in my entire life than this moment right here, right now, with you."

Royce's words were the final key to unlocking the debilitating hold my entire ordeal with Drew had over me. And as he licks away the remnants of the orgasm he just gave me, I writhe beneath him, content in knowing it's the truth.

Royce promised he won’t let me go ever again.

And I believe him.

He loves me.

And I believe him.

I couldn’t bear to hear him say the words aloud, but the sentiment is there. The fact that he was driven to say it is enough for me.

We still have work to do. I’m smart enough to know this relationship isn’t going to be easy, but he renews his oath to me with each lick of his tongue, bringing me closer to the edge again.

My eyelids flutter closed as sparks fly beneath them. Blood rushes through me, pins and needles pricking my flesh as another strong orgasm begins to take hold of my body. Royce can feel it, and impatient as always, he hurries it along by inserting two fingers into my pussy. Rubbing them against that secret spot inside me that no one else has ever been able to find, he lures it out.

Bucking against his mouth, I fuck his tongue as his fingers dance inside of me, and I let myself go. Royce’s eyes darken with devious pleasure as my orgasm rips a scream from my mouth. A sound I’ve never made before bellows out of me, filling the room around us.

Removing his mouth from my clit, he rapidly rubs me back and forth with his other hand, extending my orgasm and forcing more cum to drip from my throbbing pussy.

"Oh, fuuuuuck!"

"That's it, Delilah. Give it to me. Give me everything you have, kitten." Royce’s encouragement refuels my already insatiable hunger.

As if that were even possible.

"St-stop..." I pant when I can't take anymore, and his movements cease immediately. "It's too … much."

Royce stands, towering over me as I fight to catch my breath. His chest is covered in moisture—my moisture. Running his hand over his hard, defined pecs, he rubs it into his skin before inserting the fingers he just fucked me with into his mouth.

"Are you ready for more, Delilah?" he asks after he's sucked his fingers dry. Fisting his already rock-hard dick, he strokes it a few times. "Or have you had enough?"

My eyes flare, and excitement dances through me. It’s been too long since I've had him inside of me. I thwart away thoughts of the recent sorrow I felt thinking I would never get this chance again.

"I'll never get enough of you, Royce," I admit, and it's as true now as it's always been.

He looks at me as though I've just uttered the magic words.

Laying his body over mine, he lines himself up with my entrance then slowly pushes forward. Easing his cock in and out carefully, I sense a reluctancy within him, even as his eyes flash with barely restrained hunger.

“All good, kitten?” He searches for any sign of distress before proceeding, bathing me in his warm love.

Swallowing, I nod. “I want this, Royce. I need you. And not just right now. I need you today, tomorrow, and for the rest of my life.”

I only meant to say yes, but as his eyes coaxed me into a state of calm I’ve seldom felt before, I lost all control of myself. I put myself out there, like I did the last time we were together.

I can choose to worry that he’ll clam up at the end of this. That he’ll get scared off like he did before and walk away.

Or I can put my trust and faith in progress and growth.

In Royce.

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