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Her face softens only a fraction, but enough for me to read the longing in her eyes.

“Can you blame her?” I add softly. “Everybody who meets you falls in love. You got Ms. Agnes in your pocket, Victor doing secret jobs for you, Silas on my back about treating you right and Titus in the palm of your hand.” I kiss her forehead. “You’re magic, baby.”

“You really didn’t know she’d be there?”

I shake my head. “Stop thinking the worst of me.”

While her eyes are trained on my lips, I sneak my hand under the hem of her nightgown to palm the back of her thigh.

She sighs when I lift her leg to rest over mine, dragging her closer. I do it night after night and love the drugged look that enters her eyes every time.

It’s clear she craves the connection as much as I do, and I love how easily she melts into me.

“I promise you, there are plenty of people who rightfully think I ain’t shit. But when it comes to you? Don’t put that on me, Delilah. You will always get the best from me because you are the best of me.”

Her lips capture mine as I say the last word.

I let her kiss the fuck out of me.

Twist her hand in my locs.

Move until more than half her body is slanted diagonally across mine.

She’s soft.

And moaning.

And impatient.

She kisses me, slow and rough.

Her teeth bite my skin.

They clash against mine.

And I don’t care.

A low vibration rumbles in my chest at her possession, and I sink into the feeling of her on top of me.

Delilah licks away the pain of her bite, then kisses me harder.

She overtakes me until our breaths are one and her body moves in a slow, sensual whine against mine. My dick stiffens until there’s no more room in my boxers, and I strain against the material. It’s the kind of hurt I like. A desperate, necessary pain that makes me appreciate her using me until she can’t anymore.

Delilah’s whimper is the only delicate thing about her right now and my ears perk up, eager to hear her.

“I just want to feel good.” Her tongue winds around mine. “Please just make me feel good, Adonis.”

Demanding fingers reach between us and wrap around my shaft through my boxers. It’s the same way she touched me in the shower that night, if not a little more frenzied.

She’s taking what she needs.

And I let her.

I’ll always let her.

Chapter 48

So Fucking Good