DELILAH
It felt like a dream, a wild, wild fantasy as he carried me to the dressing table that was provided to me, and sat me down on it. His lips crashed against mine once more, one arm pulling me closer by the waist, the fingers of his other hand entangling with my hair. I cupped his face, kissing him as passionately as I could, following his lead, but letting him know that I wanted him as much in that moment as he wanted me.
"Goddess," he whispered, pulling away. "You're incredible." Before I could reply, he'd silenced me with his mouth again.
I couldn't really make sense of what happened after. My mind was too haywire, my heart a machine gun in my chest, my skin littered with so many goosebumps one would think I'd caught a disease. But the inside of my skin felt much wrose than the
