Page 11 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)

My lips continue teasing her neck and jaw, and my hand wanders down her body again to her skirt. I hike it up to her hips, and then I bring my fingers to the front of her lace underwear, the tips touching her through her lingerie.

Our lips meet at that precise moment, and Sarina trembles, a moan slipping from her mouth and into mine as we kiss.

I inhale through my nose, overwhelmed by the taste and the feel of her mouth dancing with mine.

Those pretty, plump lips are soft, like velvety petals of a rose, and she yields to my demanding yet tender kisses with no resistance.

Down lower, where I’m circling her pussy through the lace, she’s completely drenched. Her hips twitch as I play with her, searching for spots that are more sensitive than others, learning where she enjoys being touched.

“Baby Girl.” My mouth barely moves away from hers. “Your pussy is soaked.” I click my tongue at her. “You should have told me sooner you needed me to touch you.” I slide her underwear to the side, slipping my fingertips through her pussy lips, and sigh at the feel of her. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

She moans as my digits move languidly, exploring every inch of her entrance, no longer encumbered by her clothing. She rocks against me, her chest heaving with each breath, beautiful noises falling from her lips as I touch her pussy and kiss her gleaming skin.

“That’s it,” I encourage her as her hips roll. “I’m going to take care of you and give you what you need.” My finger slips up into her pussy, and her jaw falls open, her body tensing in pleasure and surprise. “Relax, Sarina.” I move closer to her, my lips next to her ear. “I’ve got you.”

She does as I say, my finger pushing in higher and higher while her muscles unclench.

Her pussy welcomes my digit, taking it all the way inside her, as the heel of my hand rests on her clit.

She feels like a dream wrapped around my finger and looks equally delightful pinned against the wall for my enjoyment.

It’s incomparable to anything I’ve ever experienced or ever imagined.

I gaze down at where my digit disappears inside her as I twist it in and out of her gorgeous body, watching how her lower lips spread and wrap around it.

“Oh, my sweet little rogue.” I continue to observe how well her magnificent pussy takes me. “Look at yourself,” I order, stepping back so she can see. “Look how pretty you are with my finger inside you. ”

Sarina groans as she peers down her body, her hips moving faster. She’s so wet and tight around my finger—but not too tight.

My little rogue needs more. She can definitely take a second digit.

I slip my finger out, and she whimpers at the emptiness, but I soothe her with kisses on her neck.

“I know.” I breathe in her scent as I continue kissing her.

“But one wasn’t enough, Baby Girl.” The tips of two of my fingers breach her entrance, and she groans, the sound vibrating against my lips.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” I ask, pumping them in and out of her pussy.

“Yes, Sir,” she confirms, her hips matching my pace.

I lift myself from her neck and stare at her.

She’s stunning with her writhing body, bouncing tits, and ecstasy-stricken face.

Her heated stare meets my gaze, and I plummet into it, losing myself in the endless depths of her eyes.

Secrets and mysteries lurk within their shadows, darting away from me as I try to catch them, laughing as I try to pin them down as I’ve pinned down their owner.

Her movements turn frantic and speedy, and I sense she’s close.

She’s climbing those last few steps towards her orgasm—an orgasm I know will be fulfilling for both of us, even if she’s the only one coming.

But that doesn’t bother me. This is what I crave.

To dominate a female and show her exactly how much pleasure her body can take, giving her everything she thinks she needs and then more.

And this little rogue is taking it all beautifully.

Too bad this is all there will ever be between us.

I grit my teeth and shut my eyes, soaking in the feel and the smell of her, committing them to memory. When I open them again, she’s teetering on that edge but holding it in, waiting for me to give her permission to come.

“I’m going to let go of your hands now.” I flick my eyes to where I’m still pinning her arms to the door.

“I want you to take whatever you need from me when I do. Touch yourself or cling to me or claw at the door—whatever you need to do as you come. I want to see it. Don’t hold any of your release back from me, Little Rogue. ”

She licks her lips. “Yes, Sir.”

“Fuck,” I grunt, loosening my grip on her. “You’re so fucking sexy, Sarina.”

I slam my mouth on hers, kissing her once more, my hand moving to grip her chin as I release her wrists from my grasp .

Her lips part, and my tongue slips inside her mouth to meet hers. Our first kiss was sensual and delicious, but this one is something else entirely. This kiss is like soaring through the sky above the treetops. It’s freeing and wild, and sets my soul on fire.

Sarina grabs onto me, pulling me until my chest presses against hers and pushes her gorgeous tits higher.

I let go of her chin and dip my fingers between her breasts, mimicking the movements of those in her pussy.

Her fists curl into my jacket as she tugs me closer, her body writhing and seeking friction from every inch of mine.

I gently thumb over her clit, testing her sensitivity to being touched there. It throbs once, and she pulses around my digits, her mouth falling open as she struggles to kiss me through the moan I pull from her.

I thumb over her clit again—harder this time and without a pause.

“Sebastian!” she cries.

I continue stroking her, and she kisses me between her moans.

Her body snakes against mine as my fingers slide up as high inside her pussy as they can, until she crashes into the ocean of bliss I’ve created for her.

She murmurs my name over and over, her mouth hovering right above mine.

Her hips roll through each wave of her release, and I cup the back of her head, holding her as close to me as I can.

I’ve seen things in this club that would make my friends blush to know about. But none come close to being as erotic or forbidden as watching and feeling this little rogue fall apart around my fingers and against my body, wrapped in the perfect circle of my arms.

I rest my forehead on hers, panting with her as the last wisps of her pleasure float away into the ether, clutching her to me as I remove my digits carefully.

“Sarina…” My nose brushes her cheek as I sway us side to side.

She tears her face from mine and buries it into my chest, shoulders heaving as she catches her breath. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I adjust her panties and the skirt of her dress. I turn and rest against the door with her in my arms, my hand rubbing up and down as we both return to earth.

We cling to each other, and I continue stroking her back to help soothe her heart rate and her quivering, pleasure-wracked muscles.

She relaxes into me further with each pass of my hand, and I lean forward, pressing soft, sweet kisses to her hair and the strip of her forehead I can reach from where she’s nuzzled into my body .

“Are you all right?” I whisper into her hair.

“Mm-hmm.” She hums out her response as she presses herself closer to me, seeking the warmth and comfort of my arms.

“You did so well, Baby Girl,” I praise, never stopping my gentle caresses. “Thank you for trusting me.”

She tilts away from my chest and lifts her eyes to mine, giving me another glimpse of her open vulnerability and a hint of the secrets she keeps tucked away in her heart.

Her face angles higher, and I meet her lips with mine, cupping her cheek in one hand as the other wraps around her waist to anchor her to me.

I follow her lead, savoring the kiss and the feel of her in my arms—both more perfect than I thought possible.

“Come here,” I say in a low voice, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to the couch against the far wall. “Let me take care of you.”

She doesn’t resist, and our lips stay close, meeting in slow, magnetic movements.

I reach the black couch and lower her to the cushion, reluctantly untangling her from my arms. I kiss each of her fingers as I pull her arms from my neck, then dart to the small fridge next to the couch to grab a bottle of cool water from inside.

“Drink this.” I crack it open and tip it to her lips.

She places her hand on the bottle and sips slowly, but I don’t remove mine. I perch next to her, watching her as she drinks, ensuring she doesn’t gulp it down too quickly.

When her lips close, I lower the bottle.

A soft blush spreads across her high cheekbones. “I can do that myself, you know.”

I nod. “Of course you can. But I want to take care of you.”

She inhales through her nose as I offer her the water again.

“Being a Dom isn’t just about taking control of pleasure.

It’s also about taking care of your sub and giving them what they need,” I explain as I brush her hair away from her face.

“It’s important to me to comfort you and take care of you right now.

” I lower the water from her lips once more when she swallows.

Her eyes, wide and doe-like, scan my face as she bites her lower lip, hesitating for a moment. Then she scoots closer to me, almost crawling into my lap, her fingers curling into my shirt. Her face is against my chest, her ear right over my heart.

I set the water on the floor and wrap her up tight, settling back against the couch. “Sarina… ”

“I’m fine. I promise,” she says. “I just need you to hold me, Sebby.”

Sebby. A nickname I’ve hated since I was ten. And yet it sounds so natural, so right, when she says it.

My heart warms, and I rest my chin on top of her head, eyes closing as I soak in the rightness of this moment. “Whatever you need, Little Rogue.” My hands roam to soothe her body once more. “I’ll give you whatever you need.”

Neither of us says another word. I’m not sure either of us knows what to say or where to go from here.

All I know is I will no longer be the same after this.