Chapter 7

Delilah’s Pov

“Were you… having an erotic dream about me?”

My heart nearly stopped.

“I—what?” I stammered, gripping the blanket tighter around my chest as if it could hide my shame. “What are you talking about?”

He tilted his head slightly, leaning against the doorframe, his towering frame casting a shadow over my bed. There was a dangerous calm about him, the kind that always made me feel like prey under a predator’s gaze.

The way he looked at me made me feel naked….and then he said—

“You were dreaming of me, weren’t you?”

His voice was a low rumble, smooth as aged whiskey, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I scrambled to sit up, pulling the sheets to my chest like a shield, my cheeks burning. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A smirk curled his lips, slow and knowing. He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, his touch lingering just a second too long. “Liar.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse still racing. The air between us was thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. His scent wrapped around me—leather and smoke and something darker, something that made my head spin. “It was just a dream,” I muttered, but even I didn’t believe it.

Malric’s hand slid up my thigh, his fingers tracing the hem of my nightgown with deliberate slowness. My breath hitched, my body betraying me, leaning into his touch even as my mind screamed at me to pull away. “Just a dream?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “Then why are you so wet for me, Delilah?”

I didn't say anything.

“Tell me, Delilah” His smirk deepened, his gaze raking over me like a physical caress. “You want me just as much as I want you.” His fingers inched higher, his touch feather-light, maddening.

I should’ve pushed him away. Should’ve told him to go to hell. But the way he looked at me, like he could see straight through me, like he knew exactly what I’d been dreaming about, it stole the fight right out of me. My lips parted, but no words came out, only a broken little sound as his thumb finally grazed the damp heat between my legs.

Malric’s breath hitched, his pupils blowing wide.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath, his tone shifting darker, hungrier. “You’re wet… from dreaming about me. I should be furious with you, Pet.” His thumb stroked me lazily, deliberately. “But instead…” his lips brushed my jawline, “…I want to make that dream a reality.”

I should’ve been ashamed. Should’ve been horrified. But the way he said it, like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, sent another rush of heat pooling low in my belly. His fingers circled lazily, teasing my entrance, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His breath was hot, his voice a dark promise. “Tell me no, and I’ll walk away.”

I should have. I knew I should have.

But the word that spilled from my lips was, “Please.”

His chuckle was a low, wicked thing, his fingers finally slipping inside me.

I gasped, my back arching, my hands flying to his shoulders to steady myself. He crooked his fingers just right, his thumb pressing against my clit, and my vision blurred at the edges. “Such a good girl,” he purred, his lips trailing down my neck. “So eager for me.”

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. His touch was everywhere, his fingers inside me, his mouth on my skin, his free hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. My body moved on its own, grinding against his hand, chasing the pleasure only he could give me.

“Malric—” His name was a prayer and a curse on my lips, my voice breaking.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his teeth grazing my collarbone. “Take what you need, pet.”

I was so close. So fucking close. My muscles tightened around his fingers, my breath coming in ragged little pants, my nails digging into his skin. Just a little more—just—

And then he stopped.

I whimpered, my body jerking, my pussy clenching around nothing. My eyes flew open, my vision swimming as I stared up at him. His fingers glistened with my arousal, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run a mile.

“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice rough. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”

A sob of frustration tore from my throat. “You bastard—”

His laugh was dark, triumphant. “And you love it.”

Before I could retort, his mouth crashed onto mine, his kiss bruising, possessive. His tongue swept inside, tasting me, claiming me, and I melted against him, my hands fisting in his shirt. His kiss was relentless, like he wanted to brand me from the inside out.

When he finally pulled back, my lips were swollen, my head spinning. His gaze burned into me, his fingers still tracing lazy circles on my inner thigh. “You’re mine, Delilah,” he growled, his voice a dark promise. “Say it.”

“No.”

“Stubborn much. But I hate disobedience.”

That was all it took for him to put his fingers back into me. He wasn’t soft this time, he pounded them in and out as he stared at me and forgive me when I say that those were the sexiest eyes I've ever seen.

“Malric…” I whimpered, my voice breaking on his name.

“Say it louder.”

“Malric…”

“Louder, Delilah.”

“Malric!”

That was all it took. My body arched, shuddering violently as release tore through me.

I was still catching my breath when I heard his mischievous voice.

“Just a dream, hmm?” he murmured, standing and heading toward the door without another word.

I lay there, panting, my entire body still humming from his touch. My heart thundered against my ribs, my cheeks burning, my legs weak.

What the hell just happened?

And why… Why did I want him even more now?

I scolded myself because I had to remember what I came here for…revenge and nothing else.

Just as then I heard a sound from the window and I swore I saw someone. Immediately standing up, I looked out, but there was no one there….which was strange.