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26. salvatore
We’rehigh off the moment when we return to the loft. Delphine runs her hands over her head of tight curls and turns to me with her lips parted in shock. A dark gleam shines in her eyes, leftover from our time in the interrogation room. The energy rolling off of her is charged and unpredictable. At any moment she might break into laughter or a panic over what we’ve done.
I toss my keys on the kitchen counter and shuck off my leather jacket. I approach her as she stands in the open space of the living room, looking like she expects to wake from a dream.
“You okay?”
“He’s gone,” she says, her pretty brown eyes widening. She blinks and looks up at me, riding a strange line between innocence and sinfulness. “Jon, we did it. He’sgone.”
I neglect to bring up she admitted Azeria wasn’t the guy. But Azeria was no innocent man. Neither was Giorgio. They had participated in what she’s been through in some capacity. If it makes her feel better that they’re gone, who am I to say otherwise?
Good riddance. Two less dipshits walking the earth.
Delphine walks into my arms with a giddy wave washing over her. She’s rises up on tiptoe to press a fervent kiss on my lips. Her laughter interrupts it a second later. I hold on to her by the hips as she draws back slightly and looks up at me like I’m some sort of hero in a storybook.
I’ve never felt more like a fucking knight-in-shining-armor. Might as well be one.
The sick and twisted version, where we just got finished taking out a man together. Currently, his body is being pulverized into mush we’ll feed to some stray dogs.
“You helped me through this,” Delphine murmurs. She loops her arms around my neck and goes in a second time.
I dip her, returning her affection tenfold. More excitable laughter bubbles out of her, but I don’t let it stop us. My tongue distracts her tongue with light flicks. In a split second those giggles turn into throaty moans. Her fingers slide up the underside of my hair and she hangs onto me as though afraid she’ll sink through the floor.
“Salvatore.”
My name sounds as a purr on her lips. Salt and Pepa would be proud. They probably are, from wherever they lurk in the loft. Their owner sounds just like them. I bite back my own laugh.
Delphine reallyisriding a high. She’s in the fucking mood. Which means I’m more than happy to reciprocate. I spin her around fast, her curls bouncing along with her. Dizzy but obedient, she braces her smaller body against my larger frame. An immovable pillar to rest on as I force little breaths of air from her shuddering lungs.
I snake an arm over her hips. My hand slips into her jeans, under her panties, past the silky intimate skin of her mons pubis. Heat meets me as I palm her. I drag my fingertips across her pussy, testing her arousal.
Wet.
Moist and hot, slick to the touch.
Her hips buckintomy touch. She purrs again. Softer yet whinier, like she’s already reached her limit. She’s not here for any teasing.
“Are you being bad, Phi?” I growl, clenching her by the hip. “Or are you going to behave yourself so I can reward this sweet pussy?”
“I’ll behave,” she breathes, her head at rest against my shoulder. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just make me feel good.”
I grin. I can see her reflection in the loft window—the dark gleam’s still alive in her gaze and her lips are fuller in a pout.
Delphine Rose Adams. My beautiful obsession I don’t know how I went twelve years without. I can’t go another second without.
I steer her toward the bedroom. My arms swathed around her hips, me behind her. On our way, she begins undressing herself.
Fuckkk.
She’s sexier than I can stand. She pulls off her T-shirt and unsnaps her bra. Her fingers work at the button and zipper of her jeans. I help her once we cross the finish line into the bedroom. I wrestle her denim jeans down the swell of her ass.
The sight is hot as hell—the plump curve of her ass popping out from the tight constraints of her jeans. I suck in a hard breath and slap my hand to one of her cheeks. Her smooth brown flesh fuckingjiggles.
Enough to lock me under a trance.
I drop to my knees like a man possessed and press my face into her round ass. I shower it with kisses and bite into the supple skin. Delphine yelps and falls forward, planting her hands on the bed, half bent over before me.
Just the position I love her in. Bent over, her bare ass in my face. I peel her panties off and tongue her sweet, soaked pussy from behind. My palms fill up with her ass cheeks and I spread them apart as I eat her out. The feminine musky scent of her, the delicious taste of her, the slippery soft feel of her pussy—all of it awakens a feral beast inside me.
