Claimed By The Tyrant Brother
My fingers threaded through his soaked hair, pulling him impossibly closer, while his other hand trailed down my side, thumb brushing the curve of my hip.
He broke the kiss just enough to murmur against my lips, his breath ragged. 'God, Delilah, I love you so deeply. Every part of you.' His words sent a rush of warmth through me, pooling low in my belly, making my clit pulse with want. Then, slowly, reverently, he sank to his knees in the puddle at our feet, the rain beating down on his back as he looked up at me with pure adoration.