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I turn her hand over, tracing the lines of her palm before placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist. I guide her hand to rest on my chest, right over my heart. Just like that first morning when she woke up, I reach out and place my hand over her heart as well, reminding her of our connection.

“You can trust me,” I murmur, leaning forward to kiss her forehead.

Delaney takes a deep breath, then surprises me by sliding off her chair and curling up into my lap. I hold her for long moments, tucking her head underneath my chin as I rub gentle circles on her back.

Jesus, I can feel her trembling, feel the pain and fear of whatever she’s keeping locked up.

“Let it out, sweetheart,” I whisper onto the top of her head, breathing in her sunshine and citrus scent. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Finally, fuckingfinally, Delaney takes a cleansing breath, letting go of all the tension in her muscles.

“I was mostly raised by my older brothers, after my father…” she trails off, her voice so soft I have to strain to hear it. Still, at least she’s talking. “After my father was killed for defaulting on loans from the Romano family.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.” I may be a recluse stranded on a little rocky island off the east coast, but I know who the Romanos are. One of the five organized crime families that run New York.

Delany shrugs, and my heart breaks for her even more. “It is what it is. My dad… I don’t think he ever loved me. He always reminded me that I took his wife away, took my brother’s mother away. She died during childbirth. I know it’s not my fault, but at the same time, I understand his bitterness.”

“What? No, Delaney. That’s absurd. Grief or no grief, your father should never have made you feel that way. God, I’m so sorry you had to put up with that.”

My sweet girl blushes and wipes away a few stray tears. “It’s over now,” she whispers. “Anyway, my brothers, Tim, Patrick, and Derek, mostly kept me around to cook and clean. They–”

“You don’t ever have to cook again. Or clean. I’ll do both,” I immediately supply. What the hell were her brothers thinking? Delaney is too precious to be waiting hand and foot on three ungrateful bastards.

Delany giggles, the sound drawing me out of my dark thoughts. She cups my cheeks, the sparkle in her gorgeous eyes soothing my raw heart. “I like cooking for you,” she says. “And I enjoy keeping our loft neat and tidy.” She nibbles her bottom lip nervously before adding, “Not that it’sourloft. It’s yours, obviously. I’m just your roommate.”

“You aren’tjustanything,” I tell her, brushing my nose against hers. “And I think we’ve moved beyond roommate status, don’t you?” I lift an eyebrow and give her my best grin.

Her eyes light up, her smile so big it must be hurting her cheeks. “What would you say we are?” she asks, her thighs tightening slightly around my torso. I don’t even think she’s aware of the subtle tilt in her hips, or the way she’s rocking gently against me.

“We’re real,” I murmur into the side of her neck, trailing kisses up to the shell of her ear. “We’re safe. We’re forever, Delaney. You feel it too, right?”

She inhales sharply, tensing up in my arms.Shit, was that too much, too soon?But then my beautiful siren nods her head, slanting her lips over mine and owning me, body and soul.

I return her kiss with as much passion as she’s giving me, my hands slipping beneath her shirt and caressing her soft skin. Delaney whimpers at my touch, her fingers diving into my hair and tugging with each stroke of her tongue.

I only have part of her story, but it’s a start. I know my girl has been hurt, lied to, and manipulated by her family. I know her father had shady ties to the mafia. She didn’t tell me her brothers were involved as well, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were. It’s a hard life to escape from.

“Thank you for telling me more about you,” I whisper, kissing her cheeks and nose. “I want your whole story, sweetheart. Every detail. But I know today was a lot.” Delaney nods her head, relieved that I’m done grilling her. For now. “Can I reward you for being a good girl?”

Damn, just like that, my little siren’s eyes shine with lust. She nods her head eagerly, wiggling on my lap.

I groan and stand up with my girl still in my arms. I love holding her, carrying her, having any part of her pressed against me. Fuck it, I just loveher, period. I’m about to prove my unending devotion to the curvy goddess with my tongue, my fingers, and hopefully, my aching cock.

CHAPTER SEVEN

DELANEY

Alister tosses me down on the bed, making me giggle. He falls on top of me, looking like a ravenous beast. I can’t wait for him to devour me.

I curl my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Alister opens for me and threads his fingers in my hair, angling me just right. The kiss goes from sweet to desperate, and he flips our positions so I’m on top. I lift myself, straddling him. I love the way his eyes darken as they roam up and down my body. He automatically runs his hands up my bare thighs and rests them on my hips, drawing me closer as he sits up.

I start rocking my hips against his thickening cock, leaning down to capture his lips once more. He growls, and I swear I can feel it down in my bones. I trail my hands down his chest, feeling every chiseled muscle until I get to the waistband of his sweatpants. I tug at the drawstring, but then I feel his hands covering mine.

“Delaney…”

“I want this,” I whisper, looking him in the eye. “I want you to be my first.”

Alister groans, then leans forward, resting his forehead on mine. “Fuck, little siren.” He moves his hands back to my thighs as I start rocking against him again. Trailing his hands up toward my hips, he runs his mouth down my jaw, neck, and shoulder, nipping, licking, and kissing as he goes. “First and fucking last,” he grunts.

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