Chapter One Hundred And Fifty-One

♕—Delilah

I inhaled sharply as Lorenzo's hand slid down my bare arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

My back was glued to his front, even the air could barely pass through from between us. His face nuzzled into my hair as he breathed me in.

"Do you know what you smell like?" he asked huskily in my ear.

I bit my bottom lip before asking, "What?"

"You smell like home, comfort, and need..."

I swallowed, letting out a sigh and then I felt his wine glass trailing down my other arm. Although it wasn't cold but still I shivered at the touch. My glass almost fell from my hand but I gripped it at the very last moment, clutching its neck in a death grip.

Then I felt his teeth sinking into my neck as he harshly bit the skin between his teeth, pulling at it, nipping at it.

I whimpered, my knees growing weak with each passing second.

"Turn around..." he ordered and I did, facing him, looking up at him with eyes heavy-lidded eyes. I was gone already, I could feel the warmth and wet