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Jesus fucking Christ.
A goddess.
A goddess who wants to lead me to ruin.
"Delilah," I warn, my teeth gritted, but for some reason, I don't speed up my undressing.
I don't even move to stop her.
Her eyes open again, and that hand starts to move down her soft belly, fingers playing with the line of her underwear.
"Delilah," I repeat, my voice firmer.
She keeps going, though, dipping below the waistband. Her head tips back, curls tumbling as it does, another low moan falling from her lips. I can't decide where to look, her hand or her face, but when that hand moves, my eyes lock there, and I just know she dips a finger inside.
"Dante," she whispers, and that's it.
I move, pushing my pants down as I do, stepping out of them as I lean and put my hands around her ankles, tugging her to the edge.
"You should have listened to me," I say, leaning over her body, the chain of my necklace dangling before her face. She smiles sweetly.
"Or what?" she says, then she moves her head up, taking the St. Christopher medal into her mouth with her tongue.
I feel the move in my cock.
Abruptly, I stand again, not missing the sly smile on her face before quickly flipping her until she's facedown on the bed, her feet planted on the floor. I bend over her once more, moving her hair over her shoulder and taking her ear into my mouth.
"I was going to eat your pussy, make you come on my face and then fuck you sweet. But now, I'm going to smack your ass and fuck you like you want. Because that's what you want, isn't it, Delilah? You don't want roses and sweet nothings. You want me to treat you like you're unbreakable. Unbreakable and completely mine." I can feel her back move as she breathes rapidly on my chest, her warm skin on mine. But I need her response. I need her approval.
"Is that what you want, Lilah?" I ask.
Long moments pass.
I half expect her to say no, to which I would toss her on that bed all over and eat her pussy and fuck her sweet and not regret a single moment.
But then she answers.
"Yes, Dante," she says, and my cock twitches.
"That's my girl," I whisper, standing up and moving her, hand on her hips and lifting until her knees hit the edge of her low bed, her hands moving to the mattress to hold herself up.
Slowly, I use two fingers to dip under the lace and drag down the panties, leaving them at her ankles, before stepping back to take her in. She looks over her shoulder at me, and goddamn.
The sight is beautiful.
"Gorgeous," I whisper, and in her eyes, it's clear she likes that. Likes that I like the view. "But now I have to make it a pretty shade of pink, yeah?" Her mouth opens a bit, but still, she nods.
She fucking nods.
I step forward, my hand moving to her hair, wrapping it around and tugging gently until she's looking up at the shitty popcorn ceiling.
"When I tell you to stop, Delilah, you fucking stop." No answer. My hand tightens. "Yes?"
"Yes, Dante," she whispers, and I move my free hand out to the side then slap it to her ass, rubbing the spot where it made contact.
A tiny fucking moan comes from her.
Jesus fucking Christ.
