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The pain collides with the pleasure building between my legs and I collapse on his chest.

Crying, I come for him and he returns the favor, rocking up into me one more time before the warmth of his release hits my walls.

“Fucking love you, Delilah.” He pumps inside of me until he’s limp, and the mess of our arousal runs down my thigh.

My face draws into a wince from the lingering pain until he wraps me in a bear hug that makes me forget.

Low murmuring precedes his lips meeting my tears before kissing them away.

“You did so good, baby.” His mouth travels to my temple. “You took me so well.”

I can’t talk but I know one thing.

Adonis Samson is mine.

The only one.

My only one.

I only want him.

Chapter 49

Unfinished Business

DELILAH

Before this morning, eating cake for breakfast while tangled in Adonis’ sheets was not on my bucket list. But the moment he kissed me awake and told me he brought me food, it not only became the first item on my list, but the first one I crossed off too.

Last night, after carrying me to his room so he could clean me up in his bathtub, we crawled in bed, and I was asleep before my head hit his chest.

The next thing I know I’m sitting up against his pillows, eating the cake we never got to enjoy last night while he gets dressed for work.

Titus lingers around the door, tail wagging and peeking in every few seconds before I beckon him inside.

“He’s not supposed to be in here,” Adonis grumbles when he sees the dog beside the bed with his head at my legs.

“He’s not doing anything,” I coo, shooting Titus abeaming smile after I lick whipped cream cheese icing off my fork.

Adonis doesn’t reply. And I learn why when I look up from my plate to find his searing gaze on me.

“What?” I question.

“You meant what you said last night?”

“Which part?” Butterflies free themselves in my stomach at the longing that enters his expression. He’s hanging on to my every word and that kind of power is intoxicating.

“The part where you said you loved me.”

Nodding, I pause with another forkful near my lips.

“You didn’t say it because I was making you come?”

Well…two things can be true at once.

Heat flushes me and I almost drop my fork.

Flashbacks hit me and the persistent pulse between my legs tries to take on a new cadence.