บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Tyrant Brother : บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 195

Delilah’s POV The procession began. The soft murmur of the guests hushed as the bridal party moved down the aisle. Each step felt surreal—the polished wood beneath my heels, the muted smiles of friends and family. I kept my eyes straight ahead, catching fleeting glimpses of Thorne out of the corner of my vision. He gave me another sly look and a tilt of his head that made my stomach drop. I had to bite back a laugh. Finally, it was Naomi’s turn. She walked slowly, radiant even in her nerves, her hand clutching Logan’s. I couldn’t help but smile at how gentle and loving he was, squeezing her hand reassuringly. “Relax, you look amazing, but you know that, right?” he whispered, and she bit her lip, trying to hide a grin. “I do, and don’t start with the teasing!” she whispered back, though her cheeks were pink, and I could see the tremble in her lip. Awwnn, they looked so adorable together. As the priest—or officiant, I corrected myself mentally—guided them through the ceremony, I

Delilah’s POV “Actually, let me pleasure you." A groan ripped from Thorne’s throat as my lips stretched around him. God, he was so big. The taste of him, salty and musky and uniquely Thorne, flooded my senses. I relaxed my jaw, taking him deeper until the tip hit the back of my throat, making me gag softly. His fingers threaded through my hair, not forcing, but guiding, setting a rhythm that was both demanding and reverent. “That’s it,” he rasped, his voice strained. “Take it all, Delilah. Fuck, your mouth is heaven.” Saliva dripped down my chin, a messy, erotic proof of my effort. I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing the raw hunger etched on his face, the corded muscles in his neck tight with restraint. The distant sound of the wedding band playing a cheerful tune was a bizarre soundtrack to this act of pure debauchery. His hips gave a slight, involuntary thrust and he groaned again, low and deep. “Better than any fucking wedding cake.” Before I could proc