186: Lila And Mr Thorne. 🔥🔞

Delilah's POV

Thorne’s answering growl was pure, predatory promise. It rumbled through the humid afternoon air, a delicious threat that coiled low in my belly. I swam backward, my movements clumsy and buoyant with the new weight of my four-month bump, but I didn’t get far.

He moved through the water with an easy, powerful grace, closing the distance in a few strong strokes.

I squealed, a genuine, breathless sound, as his hands found my waist. He didn’t just pull me to him; he tackled me, plunging us both under the surface in a tumult of bubbles and tangled limbs.

We surfaced together, gasping and laughing. Water streamed down his face, beading on his dark eyelashes.

His hands were everywhere, possessive and familiar, sliding over the slick skin of my shoulders, down the curve of my back, coming to rest on the swell of my hips. The water made everything feel weightless, my heavy breasts floating, the baby a suspended secret between us.

His touch, though, was an anchor. Real. Needy.