Page 57 of Violent Little Thing

I Love You

ADONIS

Antoine: I’m looking at your woman dancing on one of my sofas

Me: ?

Antoine: Delilah has been in this club for hours with some pink haired woman

Oh shit . The last time Victor updated me they were eating dinner after going to happy hour at a hotel bar downtown. I check the clock, realizing four hours have passed since then.

I knew I wasn’t fucking crazy for missing her.

Me: Why are YOU still there this late?

Antoine: Come get your woman, Donny

I snicker at his avoidance.

Me: Give me 15

Delilah is still on the sofa when I get to my father’s downtown club.

Her smile is the first thing I notice, and it stops me in my tracks. Back pressed against a wall, I watch her and Indigo dance like nobody’s watching.

I expected her to be drunk. For there to be bottles or glasses around her. Evidence of her inebriation. But all I see is a woman having fun with her best friend. Fun she’s probably never been given the chance to have before.

A few feet away from them, Victor looks mildly amused as he keeps his head on a swivel.

My approach is slow. I want to keep watching her like this. But I want to take her home so I can have her to myself too.

Bass vibrates through the club and I’m in front of her couch before her hips slow.

That smile.

It stretches until I’m lost in it and her arms are around my neck.

Before I can get lost in her, I nod in Indigo’s direction. She purses her lips in a knowing smile .

Delilah’s voice is loud enough to carry over the music. “Adonis, when did you get here?”

“Just now.” I can’t keep my smile away when I look up at her.

She licks her lips, arms still wound around my neck.

I have no choice but to look up at her and it’s the best view I’ve had in a while. My arms anchor around her hips.

“Why are you here?” She tilts her head.

“I missed you.”

Soft fingers trail over the bridge of my nose. She gives me a fleeting, but tender, smile I don’t think she’s aware of, nodding subtly.

“Let’s go home, menace.”

“Okay.”

Fresh out the shower, Delilah throws herself on the bed after putting her glasses on the nightstand. “I need to text Indigo.”

“Victor said he dropped her off ten minutes after we got home.”

By the time she registers my words, I’m on her side of the bed with a glass of water and my hand outstretched.

She waves a dismissing hand. “I’m not drunk, I don’t need hangover medicine.”

“It’s Depakote, not Ibuprofen, baby.” I extend my hand closer to her. “Here.”

“Shit, I forgot.” Sitting up against the headboard, she takes the medicine with a single gulp from the cup.

Lips pushed up in a pout, she tilts her head back and I answer her silent request. She grabs me by the chin and doesn’t let go, snaking her tongue around mine until I climb in bed and cover her body with mine.

We both exhale when most of my weight is on her.

My kisses drop to her jaw before brushing over her shoulder. That makes her legs fall open and I waste no time finding my home between them.

And I kiss her again.

Everywhere.

Soft pecks turn into open-mouth kisses along her hot skin.

Not long after that, her nails are raking over my back, her moans motivating me.

“I love you, Adonis.”

“I love you too. I always will,” I confess against the hollow of her throat.

Her pulse quickens.

“Need you,” she whispers before reconnecting our lips.

They’re two words I’ve heard over and over in the last couple weeks, but every time feels like the first time.

I grab a condom from the new stash in her nightstand and lower my boxers enough to free my dick. Delilah hikes her silk gown up around her hips.

After our shower, I was already half-way there, but now I’m so damn hard it hurts, precum beading at the tip of my dick.

Condom on, I shove her thighs apart and press them into the mattress.

It’s rough. Impatient.

Exactly what she demands whenever we do this.

And it always works. Because now her back is arched off the bed, her plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

I push my dick through her arousal, teasing her clit until she locks her legs around me .

“You love me?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “ Yes .”

That’s all I need.

Her eyes shut on the first thrust.

Her breath hitches on the second.

And when I’m in as deep as I can go, a husky moan escapes.

She winds her hips.

“Shit, baby. Look how full you are.” My dick sinks into her wetness, greedy and desperate to make her feel good.

All it took was a week and a half and her body stretches so naturally for me.

I never want to fucking leave.

I fuck her deep. And deeper.

Like clockwork I’m rewarded with her nails digging into my skin.

My hips crash into hers harder with every stroke.

So hard the only thing she can do is chant yes .

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” I give her shallow thrust after thrust, creating more of my favorite sound. Skin against skin. Her wetness putting a claim on my dick.

Delilah’s smile is lazy and satisfied.

She exhales a ragged breath before her free hand drops between us to massage her clit.

She’s swollen with need. Slick with her own arousal. And so fucking sexy.

We find a rhythm, a friction , that works. I move in and out while her fingers work up and down.

My hips buck harder. And harder. And fuck, she takes it so beautifully. Needing it, needing me.

“Fuck, Adonis. I love you,” she whines.

Her fingers speed up just as her legs fall away from my waist completely. The view of her fingers scissoring her clit has me slowing my movements.

Watching her come is going to make me come.

Fuck. I love watching her please herself while I’m pleasing her.

Her hips seek me out, lifting and impaling her on my length. “Adonis, please fuck me harder.”

A woman who knows what she wants is a woman who can get whatever from me.

I push inside her to the hilt, knocking the wind out of her next string of words.

She doesn’t try to recover, just bites her lip and lets me fuck her harder.

When her walls squeeze me with the beginnings of her climax, I keep rocking into her and drop my hand on top of hers. The added pressure has her stuttering, hips still.

My name is a gasping breath. “Adonisss.”

“Let me see you come, baby.”

She does and it’s everything.

She’s everything. Coming for me. Moaning for me.

Pretty little tremors wreck her small frame. Chest heaving, her fingers go from frantically strumming her clit to slow circles before she’s too sensitive and pulls her hand away.

Eyes pinned on me, she lifts her drenched fingers to my lips, breath stuttering when I suck them clean. “Do I taste good, Adonis?”

“So fucking good.” Her taste on my tongue is my last straw. I lose my grasp on control and buck into her one more time before my cum fills the condom.

Delilah is just as turned on by me coming for her as I am when she comes for me. I can tell it in the way her walls quiver around me after I spill inside the condom.

I can’t keep my lips off her. I kiss her until the aftershocks are done working through both of us.

Spent and happy, Delilah tucks herself into my side as soon as I pull out and lay on my back beside her.

As much as I love the thought of falling asleep with her just like this, I know we’ll have to get up and head to the bathroom. I need to throw away the condom and I need to clean her up. Eventually.

But right now, I kiss her before pulling the strap of her silk nightgown down to suck her nipple.

Then my hand wanders between her thighs, sticky with the mess she made, and I stroke her lazily.

I finger her with my tongue wrapped around the stiffened bud of her nipple.

Delilah is wordless but grinding against my hand. A good sign. Always so ready for more pleasure. So fucking greedy.

She throws her leg over my hip, her hands in my locs, holding me in place.

I don’t need to ask if this is what she needs because she’s telling me.

And when she cries out in pleasure at her third orgasm tearing through her, I kiss the sound off her parted lips and hold her until she comes down.