All I want is right here, breathing my air, rocking her hips against mine, and dragging me roaring over that edge.
I crush my lips to hers, swallowing her scream of pleasure as I start to fuck her hard and deep. Her legs tighten around me, her nipples drag across my chest, and her hands slide into my hair. She moans my name again and again, gasping and panting and whimpering as the pressure builds and the heat begins to ignite us both.
“Come for me,” I growl into her lips. “Come with me.”
One hand cups her jaw, then other grips her hip tightly, possessively, as I rut into her. I pound my thick cock into that sweet, honeyed little cunt over and over until suddenly, she breaks first. With a broken cry of pleasure, Delphine shatters under me, moaning out her organs as it thunders through her.
I groan, and the feel of her sweet little pussy rippling up and down my length has my balls tightening and my pulse roaring. With a growl, I bury my cock as deep into her as I can possibly get, and I explode. Our lips crash together as I erupt, pumping rope after sticky rope of hot cum deep inside of her. We stay like that—panting, gasping for air, and holding each other tight, like a storm might touch down and rip us apart.
With a groan, I finally pull away from her and roll onto my back. I pull her into me, and Delphine purrs happily as she curls against me, one leg and one arm over me as she leans in and kisses my chest. My hand lazily strokes her hair, the moonlight shining in brightly through the window of my cabin.
“Yeah, so, I think I like Blackthorn,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “Guess we didn’t see much of it.”
“Well, not yet,” she grins, raising her head up and biting her lip. “But I really like this part.”
I shake my head. “A bed. Fuck me, who knew?”
“Yeah, you know, I think you just spoiled me. I’m not sure if I can ever go back to diner countertops and the seat of your bike again.”
“Never ever, huh?”
She blushes. “Well, a girl could be convinced.”
I chuckle and pull her close, kissing the top of her head.
“Tell me something no one knows about you.”
I smile and raise my head to look down at her.
“No one, huh?”
She looks up, holding my eye. “Yeah.”
I whistle slowly. “Well, get ready, it’s a big one.”
“Ooo, this sounds juicy.” She scrambles up to sit cross-legged, and I grin hungrily as my eyes drop between her legs.
“You keep sitting like that with no clothes on and a man might have a hard time concentrating on the story.”
“Oh, like this?”
She bites her lips and slowly spreads her legs wide. I groan and go to reach for that petty little pussy, but she giggles and slaps my hand away.
“No, tell me first!”
She curls her legs under her, and I grin.
“Alright, alright. You sure you’re ready?”
She nods, her eyes wide.
“When I was ten, I walked right into this pub called The Vanguard, and when no one was looking, I nicked a pint right off the counter and ran out. Drank half of it and thought I was going to be spinning forever.”
She snorts a laugh. “Wait, that’s the big story no one knows?”
“Hey, it is what it is.”
Delphine rolls her eyes. “I’m calling bullshit. I want a better one.”
I snort a laugh. “Alright. This isn’t one no one knows, but not many do.”
“Fire away.”
“I’ve got a twin brother.”
She blinks, her brows raising. “Wait, really?”
I nod.
“Paternal or identical?”
“Identical, identical. We’re carbon copies. Even got similar ink. The wanker even grew a beard and let his hair grow out like mine.”
She snorts a laugh. “Wait, that’s amazing! What’s his name?”
“Asa.”
“Is he over here too? In the US, I mean.”
I shake my head. “I don’t actually know. He was back in England the last time we talked, but that was two months ago.”
She frowns. “You guys aren’t close?”
“Oh, we are, we’re just not big talkers.” She snorts, and I arch a brow. “Funny. Alright, your turn.”
“Something no one knows?”
I nod, and she sucks her teeth.
“I dunno, I’m pretty boring.”
“I very much disagree.”
She smiles shyly, and maybe a little sadly, and I frown.
“You don’t have to—”
“My tattoo is a cover-up,” she says quietly, swallowing. She holds her arm up, and my eyes slide over the swirls of flowers and ferns that curl down her arm from, shoulder to elbow.
“My dad, he…” she looks down, her lips pursing. “He’s not a good man. And I don’t just mean the thing with Barnes, or the drug selling. My mom died when I was pretty young. Eventually I went to my Grams to live, but before he could get rid of me, my dad just liked reminding me how much of a burden I was. Or making sure I hurt whenever the world kicked him down.”
My jaw clenches, a fury beginning to swell inside of me. She swallows and holds her arm up to the moonlight coming in from the window.
“My dad’s a smoker, and he’d… well…”
She twists her arm under the moonlight, and suddenly, I can see the little raised circles mostly hidden under her tattoo ink. Little circles the diameter of a cigarette.
“Motherfucker,” I breathe before I pull her into my arms. She holds me tight, and my jaw grinds as I stroke her back and keep her right there, close to me, protected by me.
She clears her throat and pulls away, wiping a single tear from the corner of her eye.
“Wow,” she half laughs, sniffing back the tear. “Great story, huh? Really sets the mood for round two.”
I grin and pull her close again, and this time, she raises her face to mine and sears her lips to mine. She kisses me slow and deep, melting into me. She pulls away, and my eyes dart over her face as I stroke her cheek.
“I’m sorry,” I growl softly.
She shrugs. “The past is the past.” She frowns. “Ugh, why did I bust that one out? I totally just killed the mood and I was hoping for another round.”
I chuckle and lean in to kiss her softly.
“We’ve got all night, love.”
She blinks, and I freeze.
“I mean that in the British way,” I grunt. “Like, el-you-vee—”
“I love you,” she whispers breathlessly, her eyes wide.
I don’t have to think about it. I don’t have to dwell, or weigh it out. The truth is, I knew it the second I laid eyes on her across that dark diner.
“I love you too,” I growl, scooping her into my arms and pushing her back on the bed. My cock throbs hard as I slide between her legs, and she moans as she wraps them around me.
“So much for killing the mood, huh?” she breathes.
“Yeah, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”
She giggles, and when my cock slides against her opening, she gasps. I roll onto my back, her on top of me, and when she slides down onto me, and when the pleasure melts over her face, I know without a shadow of doubt that I’ll protect this woman with every single fiber of my being, forever.