Page 45 of The Delta's Rogue
I clutch at her, hand on the back of her head, and she rests her cheek on my chest and a palm on my heart, panting and rocking her hips through her orgasm. My throat swells. I press my lips onto the top of her head, holding her as both our movements slow and eventually stop, the last drops of our bliss finally wrung from our bodies.
I don’t know how much time passes as we hold each other. Time and space have no meaning when I’m with her. Not anymore. She is the beginning and the end of it all.
Sarina’s fingers gracefully dance across my skin. She lifts her chin and places her lips against mine—sweet and soothing, warm and soft. I sigh and lift her off me, cradling her as I lower her to the thin camping pad. My cum drips from her pussy and onto her thighs.
I lift my gaze to hers. “I’m sorry. I should have—”
“I have an implant.” Her thighs spread wider, and she nods pointedly at the cum still on my dick. “You said you were going to rub that into my skin,” she reminds me.
I lower my body on top of hers, hovering over her with my weight on my elbows. “You are needy, aren’t you?”
Her eyes twinkle, and I roll onto my side, stretching out next to her. I reach between her legs and scoop the cum into my hands, then I massage her thighs and rub my releaseinto her skin. She quivers and sighs as I move my hand to her stomach, continuing to paint her body with my cum. I roll between her legs, gathering every drop I can from my dick, and grasp her tits, slathering them with it.
When I’m done, when I’m sure I’ve rubbed in as much as I can so my scent embeds into her pores, I grab one of our shirts—hers, I think—and clean the rest of it from my hands and my dick.
Glancing around the tent, I ask, “Do you have any water bottles in here?”
“No.”
I jerk my thumb towards the tent’s exit. “Out there?”
“I don’t need water, Sebby. I just need you to hold me. Hold me until I fall asleep and don’t leave me.”
I freeze as our eyes lock, and then I nod. The shirt that was wrapped around my hands lands somewhere behind me as I grab the navy-blue blanket folded neatly near her head, unfurling it.
I rest my body next to hers. The fabric settles over us, and she tucks herself under my chin, curling up into my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her, as our breaths slow to a steady pace and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.
Sebastian’s arms encircle me,his warm, solid chest pressing against my back as he clings to me with all his might. Even in his sleep, he’s conscious of the inevitability of my departure, keeping me as close to him as he can for as long as he can.
My cheek rests on his biceps, my hands stroking his forearms where they wrap around my chest and waist. With his nose buried in my hair, his deep breaths fan the strands with each exhale. He’s sound asleep and has been for a while now.
But I am wide awake.
I asked him to hold me until I fall asleep, but I can’t sleep. Not with what I know is coming, what I know I must do. My throat tightens, and I swallow against the swelling to shove it away.
I won’t cry. Not yet.
I continue stroking his arm, soaking in the feel of him and memorizing the way he holds me, the way his skin warms mine everywhere we touch, every time we touch. I snuggle back into him, letting his body hide and protect mine as we curl up together in my tent.
My fingers lace with his, and I squeeze them then lift his hand into my line of sight. I trace over his palm with my fingertips, marveling at the size of it. Of them—his massive, powerful hands that have brought unparalleled and forbidden pleasure to my body. Hands that can snap the neck of a grown werewolf without breaking a sweat, then caress me with irresistible tenderness and tempting sensuality. Hands that have held me and guided me through countless orgasms, through the complexities of our pretendand then not-pretend relationship, that have woven poignant threads of passion, trust, and companionship around my heart and into my soul.
Hands I must now leave behind.
I close my eyes and press my lips to the middle of his palm. Then I spin in his arms, wrapping mine around his middle as I rest my forehead on his chest. He shields me from everything—the world, the future, my duty—and I long to stay like this with him forever.Para siempre.
But I can’t. I’ve already stayed here for too long. I couldn’t bring myself to leave—even as I avoided him after Christmas—finding any and every reason to remain just one more month, one more week, one more day. Excuse after excuse, until they all ran out and I couldn’t postpone my departure any longer.
I have no one to blame but myself. I knew the risks of getting too close to him. I knew it would damage my heart in the end. But like he said, I couldn’t stay away. I saw him standing there, stalking our camp to get a closer look, and my instincts took over, creating a domino effect of events that led us to this moment.
The moment I say goodbye.
My nose nuzzles against his chest. To temporarily ease the growing pit of sadness in my soul, I take in gulps of his scent—lemon and cedar, and a hint of mint. The same as always. The same as the first time I laid eyes on him. It calls to me, drawing me to him and wrapping around my heart like glittering strands of life. It’s seductive, and sweet, and purely him. All him.
My first. My only. My end and my beginning.
Mi Sebastián. My Sebastian.
My lips replace my nose, and I kiss across his chest to his heart, liquid pooling in my eyes during my journey. I kiss and kiss and kiss, until no surface of his chest remains untouched, and a lone tear falls from my eye. I brush it away with my shoulder before it hits his skin.
