Page 51 of Violent Little Thing
Make Me Feel Good
ADONIS
“ W hat are you doing?”
Beside Delilah’s bed, I stand over her. It’s a place I haven’t visited in the weeks since she started sleeping with me every night.
“Going to sleep.” She sniffs, rolling away from me.
“And I’m supposed to leave you alone while you in here crying?”
The muffled noise she makes sounds like yes, and I kiss my teeth.
“Fuck out of here, Delilah.” I toss my shirt on the chair by her closet before slipping my phone on the nightstand beside hers. “Move over.”
“Leave me alone, Adonis,” she says with zero conviction, moving to the center of her bed to create space for me.
The instant contradiction tugs at my heart.
“You can keep the fucking attitude, but I’m still sleeping with you.” I wrap my arm tight around her waist. “Even though my bed has more room, I won’t complain.”
Delilah ignores me so I spend the ensuing silence inhaling the soapy strawberry scent on her skin. While I was letting Titus out one last time, she was in the shower.
I can’t get enough of this feeling. Being close to her. The unraveling that starts when I’m within arm’s length of her.
Something fundamental changed in my brain the first day I met her. The rewiring runs so deep that I have a visceral reaction whenever I catch a hint of her scent. It’s a signal that tells my brain I’m home and I fall into it, without question, every time.
Delilah may be heaven and hell wrapped up in one, but it doesn’t change the fact that she’s my safe haven. And I can’t believe she’s mine.
“Why did you know what she looked like?”
“Hmm?”
“Why did you know what Elodie looked like?”
“Because I looked her up when you told me you wanted to meet her.”
“She doesn’t look like me.” Her voice is quiet as she turns to face me. “I thought I’d look like her.”
Exhaling, I nod. “She got a lot of work done when she left your father.”
“Why?” Lines appear on her forehead.
“If you decide to meet her later, I think that’s something you should ask her.”
Those pretty, amber eyes shrink to slits.
“I know that’s not how you wanted to cross paths with her, but I think you should reach out so she can answer your questions.”
“It’s just fucking weird that she showed up at the same place as us. On tonight of all nights. ”
I was having such a good night. You should have just left me alone.
I’ll never forget the hurt in her voice when she said that or the crushed look on her mother’s face when she heard it.
Being able to understand where they were both coming from didn’t change me being Team Delilah.
“Shit happens, baby. You haven’t reached out since she sent you that note. I can see why she jumped at the chance to meet you.”
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.