DELILAH"Now, come, we have to leave the place, yeah?" He says gently, stretching out his hand for me. The bonds Maddox enclosed around my wrists were already taken off but the pain remained behind. I could see the purplish smudges on my skin, making me acknowledge the result of those bonds. Even if unwillingness is still breathing inside me, I decided to do as he says. I raise my hand and put it in his hand. He wraps his fingers around my palm with a smile on his lips. He gently pulls me up but the awful pain palpitates into my ankle that makes me whimper. I hurry up to hold his biceps so that I do not collapse, and he wraps his other arm around my waist, saving me from falling back into the chair. I sigh, looking down at his muscular arm that stays on my waist. I swallow hard due to anxiety and nervousness at the same time. His touch puts us so close that my face is just an inch away from his face. He is looking down at me with a smirk on his lips and I have to crane my neck up

DELILAHLying on the left side of the bed, I stare out of the large windows of the room. It is night. The window is closed but seeing the leaves moving outside, it is not difficult to guess that the wind is blowing powerfully outside. I pull the comforter more onto my chest as I snuggle into its softness. I sigh, but my heart is surely beating loudly inside. I am nervous about tomorrow. I just want to see my dad and nothing else. But it is hard to wait till then. Once I meet my father, my restlessness will subside, I know that. And not only about meeting him, but even the talk of my marriage is making me uneasy. I hope our relationship gets better after this. I hope that his over-possessive nature reduces or he learns to control his anger. I just do not want him to beat other people. This is so scary. Suddenly I feel the sinking of the mattress behind me and a wide and cold palm makes its place on my waist. I inhale the strong scent of fresh laundry and body wash, hitting my nost

DELILAHTwo couples walk to us gracefully. They are smiling, unlike Nathaniel's grandfather who did not smile even for a second. "Del, this is Katrina, my younger sister," he tells me, stretching his palm to his sister who is longer. She has ocean-blue eyes and her smile widens the moment she looks at me. "Hi," she offers me a hand which I accept lovingly, shaking it. I then look at her man who nods at me smilingly, getting the same reaction from me. Katrina's husband is as tall as Nathaniel. He, too, is well-built. He has a heavy beard and his eyes are dark brown. He looks intimidating but his soft smile makes it easy for me."Terence," he introduces himself, his voice so deep that it can even crush something. "Delilah," I smile at him. "And this is Jasmine, my youngest sister," Nathaniel brings my attention to the girl next to Katrina. She is a bit different than Katrina. She is shorter than Katrina and she has freckles on her nose. She, too, has ocean blue eyes, unlike Nathani

DELILAH"Now, let me make you feel good, baby," saying that he dips his face into my chest and then kisses my breast tenderly, leaving me breathless as well as flush. I cannot help but hold onto him firmly and squirm underneath him. He sucks on the taut nipples one by one, giving each of them the same attention. I am overwhelmed by the pleasant torture. Heat pools between my legs and the place turn wetter. I squeeze my thighs, trying to push the pain away but it only intensifies. He is so good at his work, he knows how to make me beg underneath him and he is doing it perfectly. "Nathaniel," I moan when he bites the sensitive flesh. He sucks it gently and then starts licking it to soothe the pain away. His hot breath fans my salivated skin and once again, he captures it between his lips. He hums, twirling his tongue around the nipple and then his hand comes to attend to the other. He squeezes my breast and then pinches the perking nipple. I writhe beneath him, moaning carelessly.

DELILAH"I know, baby, cum for me," he says, interrupting my words. I cannot hold it back anymore and let it go, screaming his name into the ceiling and falling from the thrilling height. My head falls into the soft pillow and I struggle to take deep breaths.While I am busy gaining my breath, still seeing the stars that are surrounding my head right now, I feel another rush of pleasure running through me as Nathaniel thrusts into me through my orgasm. He keeps pounding in, non-stop and I am forced to close my eyes like that. My hands hold his biceps tightly and my eyes slowly peer open to look at him. His eyes are trained on me already. His pace is steady and his eyes are dark as usual. He hits the point straight and I moan into the ceiling, calling his name like a holy word. "Want to cum once again?" He asks, lowering himself to hold my jaws. He plants kisses down my throat, licking and nibbling on the way down. "Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his tight muscles when he hits