Page 80 of Storm's Deliverance

EPILOGUE

STORM

TWELVE WEEKS LATER

“We don’t have time,”I protest weakly.

“BB,” Drix growls. “We always have fucking time. Now be a good girl and open those legs,” he demands, with him on his knees before me. His rough hands grasp my bare thighs.

I bite my bottom lip, caving into my desire. I spread my legs, and his gaze drops immediately to my centre.

“I will never tire of seeing your perfect fucking pussy on display before me.”

“Drix, our parents will be here in less than ten… Oh, fuck,” I moan as he assaults my clit with his tongue, stroking, circling, and sucking me into an oblivion of pleasure. I rest my legs on his shoulders, my thighs clamping around his head as he fucks me with his tongue. My hands are gripping the side of the unit while my head rests against the mirror of the bathroom.

All of this started because I had decided to wear a white strappy summer dress. I had caught my reflection, and traced my fingers over the angry red, healing scar on my shoulder. I hated that it was a constant reminder of him. Whenever Drix catches my mind thinking back to that day, to him, he makesit his mission to help me forget, to help me think of something good. Like right now, as he draws my climax out of me.

Pleasure coils deep inside me, tighter and tighter as every nerve ending catches fire as my orgasm becomes all-consuming. I couldn’t hold back any longer as my pleasure mounts. My fingers grip his dark hair.

“Drix! I’m going to cum,” I pant. He groans, and the vibrations tip me over the edge as a tidal wave of pleasure floods my entire body. “Shit!” I cry out.

“Hello! Baby girl, we are here!” Mom calls out from downstairs.

“Shit, Drix!” I hiss. Drix smirks, rising to his feet before me, my arousal glistening around his mouth. He wraps his hand around the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair and gripping it tight as he crashes his mouth to mine. I taste my arousal on him and moan. He swiftly breaks the kiss, hauling me off the bathroom counter and spinning me around, gathering my dress up around me waist. Within seconds he’s freed his thick hard cock and slams it inside me, his blue eyes watching me in the mirror. My lips part. “Drix,” I whisper, a feeble protest.

“We haven’t christened this room yet,” he pants through gritted teeth as he teasingly, slowly, glides in and out of me in blissful torture. His mouth trails along my shoulder until he’s nipping at my neck. I shudder.

“We will put the new garden furniture in the garden!” Mom yells. Then quietly her voice echoes closer. “I will distract your father. You’ve got five minutes, max.” We both still, our eyes meeting in the mirror.

Drix laughs, throwing his head back. I can’t help but laugh. Drix’s hand glides up from my hip to my breast, caressing it, cupping it lightly, rolling my nipple between his fingers. My laughter dies immediately as a low groan vibrates from my throat. He winks arrogantly at me in the mirror before glidinghis hand between my legs, his finger circling my clit as he picks up his pace, thrusting in and out of me. My mouth opens with a shocked moan as I stop myself, covering my mouth with my hand.

Drix lets out a deep groan. “Fuck, I never want to stop.”

“We have to,” I breathe.

His jaw is clenched so tightly, the muscles tick beneath his skin, his molten gaze never leaving mine in the mirror as he moves inside me. Every slow, deliberate thrust is measured, controlled, like he’s determined to make me watch exactly what we’re doing to each other.

“Cum for me, BB,” he rasps, his voice rough with restraint. “Give it to me.” His fingers never falter, moving with practiced precision, perfectly in time with the rhythm of his hips. Every touch pushes me closer, my body trembling as the pressure coils tighter and tighter inside me. It feels like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff. Weightless and out of control. Then I fall.

My orgasm crashes over me, stealing every coherent thought. I clamp my hand over my mouth, biting down hard to smother the cry threatening to escape me as wave after wave tears through me. My body tightens around him, drawing a low groan from deep within his chest.

“That’s it,” he breathes, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s my girl.” He gives me one more deep thrust, then another, a third... Each one slower than the last, until finally he buries himself as deeply as he can, his body going rigid as he reaches his own release. His forehead drops against my shoulder, his breath ragged against my skin while he rides out the last of it, his arms wrapped tightly around me as though he never wants to let me go.

For several long moments, neither of us moves. Our breathing is the only sound filling the room. His lips find the curve of my neck, pressing slow, lingering kisses along my dampskin before his teeth graze my shoulder in a playful nip that sends another shiver racing through me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin. Carefully, he eases away, his hands never leaving my hips as he turns me to face him. His eyes search mine, soft now, all the intensity replaced with quiet affection. He reaches behind me and turns on the tap, letting warm water run over a cloth, before kneeling in front of me. The tenderness of the gesture steals my breath. His gaze lingers on me for a moment before he gently begins to clean me, every touch careful, reverent, as though I’m something precious in his hands. His rich blue eyes never leave mine, silently checking that I’m all right, that I’m with him.

My fingers slide through his hair. “You don’t have to do that,” I whisper.

A crooked smile tugs at his lips. “I know.” His thumb brushes lightly across my hip before he presses a feather-soft kiss just below my navel. “I want to.” His eyes lift to mine again, full of warmth, devotion, and something so much deeper than desire that it makes my chest ache. In that moment, I don’t just feel wanted. I feel cherished.

A loud BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! on the bathroom door has me jumping. Drix instinctively moves in front of me. “Drix, I don’t give a shit that you are a friend and my brother in fucking arms, but if you don’t stop doing what I think you are fucking doing with my sister, I will send Dad in there to beat your ass,” Enzo threatens through the door.

“Fuck off, Enzo.” I laugh.

“Fucking gladly!” he quips.

Drix takes my chin firmly in his grip and brings his mouth down on mine. “I will go down and face them. Go find some fresh underwear,” he murmurs between kisses.