Page 34 of Battling the Enemy
“You’re mine, Delaney,” I grunted. “Say it.”
Her legs opened wider and, instead, she said, “I…I think I’m going to cum again, Deke.”
“Fucking say it!” I barked.
“Yours,” she moaned hysterically. “I’m yours.”
I braced my weight on the flat of my hands and fucked Delaney like I was going insane; and I think I was. “Cum on my cock, baby,” I begged. “I want to see your blood and our cum on my cock.”
“Oh, Jesus…”she groaned, and then her hands latched onto my arms as she threw her head back and came all over me.
Her pussy’s contractions around my dick were enough to set me off. I came with a force that almost put my back out.
But I didn’t stop.
I didn’t stop slamming into Delaney until my dick started to soften. I made sure every last drop of my seed was nestled deep inside her womb. When I did finally pull out, I fell onto my back and pulled her to me. I felt her hot tears on my chest, but I didn’t ask about them. Nor did I hurry to clean us up. I liked us laying there dirty with one another.
After a few minutes, I asked that one question that needed to be asked, “Delaney, are you on birth control?”
Her body shot up and the gasp that escaped her was loud enough to be heard downstairs. She looked down at me, eyes wide and face pale. “You…you didn’t…you didn’t use a condom?”
I smirked and shook my head. “Nope,” I admitted. “And I’m not ever going to.”
Chapter 22
Delaney~
My body felt like I’d been run over by a bus. Even though we were only able to have sex three times throughout the night, my body felt like it had been taken a million times over.
Because Deke hadn’t been slow or tender, in the least, my body had shut down after only three times. There was no longer any pleasure towards the end and that’s when he finally took mercy on me.
But Holy Bejesus, those first two times? Oh, there had been pain, quite a bit of it actually, but the pleasure? The pleasure had been overwhelming enough to ignore the pain.
But more than that? Seeing Deke Marlow lose control to have me had been like an intellectual orgasm. I hadn’t cared what he was doing to my body because my mind had reached an altered state where making Deke lose control…validated me, somehow.
His inability to go slow, to make love to me had me believing every word out of his mouth about how desperate he was for me. Even knowing I’d never be as important to him as his friends, his…frantic mating made me feel like I mattered. I was significant to this guy. And for a wallflower, whom no one ever paid attention to, that was an aphrodisiac I was afraid I might be addicted to.
The only time he showed any tenderness at all was after the first time, he had run a hot bath to ease some of the discomfort from his invasion into my body. We sat in his tub with the jets on until our skin started pruning. After that, Deke had taken me to bed again, and repeated everything he had done the first time. He kissed me all over, bringing me another climax before thrusting into me brutally again.
I wish I could say I was offended that he hadn’t taken care with my body, and that he ruined my first, second, and third time, but I couldn’t say that. His unreasonable need fueled my need to matter to someone. Oh, I knew I mattered to Ava, but she’s about the only person who I mattered to on a personal level. I mattered to my parents and the Reynolds as a means to an end.
And as pathetic as it was, the bruising, the bite marks, the hickeys…I reveled in them because, a few days from now, they would be proof that last night really did happen.
“You hungry?”
I looked up and Deke was in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against the frame. I winced as I sat up in Deke’s bed, but that couldn’t be helped. I hurt all over. “A bit,” I replied feeling a bit awkward, which was ridiculous considering this guy has had his face in between my legs.
His head jerked towards the nightstand. “There’s a glass of water and some ibuprofen,” he said, and I turned my head to see a glass of water and two little tablets. My heart stammered.
I reached over and grabbed the water and pills and downed them in one swallow. I looked back at Deke and asked, “Can…is there time for me to take a shower?”
He stood up straight and walked towards the bed. “It’s Saturday,” he said casually. “There’s time for whatever you want.”
Those last words had me wishing I wasn’t so sore, which reminded me…“Deke, we need to talk,” I said as my stomach hollowed out.
He sat down next to me, and his hand reached out to caress my thigh over the sheets. “Yeah? About what?”
It was hard to concentrate looking into the portrait of such perfection. Deke Marlow was hot as hell. His black hair and green eyes were a lethal combination all their own, but throw in that face and body? No one should be so good-looking.
