Page 57 of A Hint of Delirium

I didn’t know what she was thinking, but I saw such reassurance in her face, such ardent confidence, that I knew she was giving me permission.

Without hesitation, I flipped her onto her back, taking her wrists and pinning her arms above her head. Her chest heaved and her eyes dilated with unbridled desire. I watched her until I couldn’t hold back further. Our mouths collided as we let loose the pent-up sexual tension we had danced around from the moment we met. The more she pulled me closer, the more oxygen strangled to escape from the intensity of need I had for her.

Her sun-kissed skin was even softer than the finest silk from all the realms, electrified with each caress. With my fingers hooked on the thin strap of her camisole, I pulled it down from one shoulder, my lips following the scorching trail of my touch until it revealed her to me. One thought assaulted me in that moment—mine.

My lips latched onto hers once more, this kiss even more consuming than the others, and I knew there was no way I could let her go. Her desperate moans spurred me on, and I felt the selfish need to own every single gasp, moan, and scream that escaped those full lips. I kissed the tender side of her neck and inhaled her delicious scent that seemed to grow sweeter the more wanton she became. As my teeth grazed her flesh, leaving the slightest of marks, it reared the inner beast inside me. Suddenly, with a burst of strength I didn’t think she possessed, Violet pushed me down and quickly straddled my hips.

“I need you,” she growled through a lustful haze.

Gone was the gentle human I’d grown to want, and out came the inner fae who had been locked away in her iron shackle. Violet’s essence permeated the room, the aroma of the ripest, sweetest berries enveloped with spice and musk. Even with inexperienced hands that moved down my chest, Violet pulled up the cotton fabric of my shirt. Too desperate to wait, I finished pulling it over my head and beheld the goddess sitting over me.

Her full, luscious breasts were on display, and I needed to taste them. Her ass rubbed against the denim of my jeans, my cock struggling against the barrier with my frantic need to dive into her. With fumbling fingers, she released each rivet from my button fly until herdelicate hand gripped around my hard shaft, pulling it free from its confines. Her mouth popped open with an awe-stricken expression locked on my cock until her wet, pink tongue slipped out and moistened her lips.

“If you don’t stoplooking at my cock like that, I’m goingto embarrass myself before I even get to taste you.” She squeaked when I gripped her hips and growled, “Strip.”

“What?” She struggled to get out the word, but I interrupted.

“Violet, do you trust me?” I implored, my gaze locked onto hers.

She nodded.

“Use your words. Do you trust me?”

“Yes. I trust you.”

“Then be a good little halflingand strip, because I want to taste what’s mine.”

Her eyes widened but she slowly rose to her knees, unbuttoning her jeans with trepidation. I noticed the slight shaking in her hands. My hands landed on hers and waited for her amber gaze to meet mine.

“Are you sure? There’s no rush.”

“I know.” She leaned down and kissed me with sweet surrender, then pulled away and peered into my eyes. “I’m ready.”

With no further qualms, I helped her accomplish her task. Together we tugged the fabric over her hips,then she raised one knee to release it from its denim constraints and repeated the motion with the next. Free from everything other than her indigo lace panties, my hands slid over firm thighs. The apex of her sex grew wetter against my rock-hard cock.

Bolstered, Violet moved with frenzied gyrations. I was forced to grip the globes of her spectacular ass, helping her stroke against me. I watched her, enraptured and mesmerized, zeroing in on her drenched panties, the wetness seeping against me, and for the love of all fae,help me, I wanted her.

Her head tilted back and the ends of her dark tendrils grazed the tops of my hands, completely lost in the sensation building between us. Her moans grew louder, and I could no longer wait.

Gripping her neck gently, I brought her body toward mine, releasing the moment her breast was close. An aching need to devourher rosy nipple had become all-consuming, aneed unlike I’d ever known to taste every inch of Violet. To memorize the facets that made her lose controland be the only one who could bring her to the brink. Her hips rolled and grinded, a delicious friction while I lapped, sucked, and slowly bit down on the pebble between my lips. Her fingers curled, pressing small moons onto my skin as she yelled out my name in her release. She collapsed against my chest, her body heaving, attempting to catch her breath, and I chuckled darkly.

“We’ve only just started.” Easily maneuveringher limp body, I lay her back on the mattress. With a rough tug, I ripped the final barrier between what was mine.

“Hey! I loved those.”

“I’ll buy the whole damn store.”

“No, you’ll use leaves and rob them.”

“Only the best for you.” I winked, earning an eye roll from Violet.

With a hand wrapped around her iron laced ankle, I spread her legs and she bared herself to me. Lowering myself against the mattress, I inhaled her musk, licking my lips. I kissed the inside of her knee, slowly making my way up her thigh, my tongue leaving a wet trail to match the one before me, still dripping from her earlier release. I repeated the motion to the other, watching her fingers squeeze the duvet and crashing her head side to side, watching me every time I got close to where she wanted me most.

“Please,” she huskily begged.

“Please what?”

“Stop teasing me.”

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