Delilah Dagger Nude Novels & Stories

I secretly hoped Delilah would resist more and put me in my place. Delilah is lying on the bed naked and flat on her back. Even the captain's announcement of our landing soon didn't wake her up. She must've been exhausted from all the shit I put her through last night. I reached over and brushed away the strands of hair that fell all over her face. Fuck she is beautiful even with her eyes closed, I thought absent-mindedly.

She shrugs and enters the house, followed by Lycaon, finding Skyler already dressed in the outfit she had prepared for lycaon. - This outfit was for Lycaon. - I know. But now you get him another one. If I waited, you would leave me naked, just so you could fuck me with your eyes. - Dream on. Delilah goes to a wooden chest and takes out some training pants and a t-shirt, which she tosses to Lycaon. From a piece of furniture, she takes some slippers, and also gives them to her friend. Now, decent and tired, they sit down at the table to talk.

Delilah, however, exuded controlled power, like a queen addressing her subjects. I clenched my fingers together, willing them to stop shaking. My stomach twisted in knots, the weight of the Witches' stares pressing down on me. The familiar woman in the centre, Delilah, stood tall, her dark coffee-coloured skin illuminated by the moonlight. Her black braids were sleek, each one as precise as a warrior's armour. "Breathe," Daemon's voice slipped into my mind like a steady hand on my back. "You are okay." A moment later, warmth spread over my skin as he stepped closer, his fingers grazing mine before fully lacing them together. His presence anchored me, but I still felt like I was teetering on

Her stomach aligned proudly with her tiny waist which gave way decently for her average buttocks behind her, her shapely hips stood perfectly on her long, sexy legs. She hadn't the time to take care of herself like the other ladies of her age else she'd have been in the list of one of the most notorious playgirls back in HY city. Sighing, Delilah combed her hair with her fingers for the last time before walking back into the large living room but Carter wasn't there, there was no sound coming from the other bathroom so she proceeded outside and there he was, his hands on the railings as he scrolled on the tablets in his hand.

Suddenly she saw him in front of her. Before she could utter a word, in a split second his canines sank into the skin between her neck and shoulder, marking her. He pulled her into his arms and his breath fanned the area of her neck. She panicked, she wasn't ready for this! She could not help the tremor as licked her mark, sending tingles to every part of her body. Suddenly, that part began to feel hot. Andrea was confused as to why he did that but then Derek and his men came out of their hiding. She became scared and her heart started beating so fast.

"It will be if only we don't play the card well. I'll disguise myself to be your boss's wife, then I'll convince your parents I'll be offering you a new apartment. What do you think?" Delilah was speechless. She made no comment. "Don't worry, we'll talk about this some other time. Come on, they're lots of customers tonight." Delilah took off her cloth, leaving the stripe bra and panties on. She walked majestically to the club, climbing on the stage to dance. She was so flexible that she could move her body, split and make dirty moves on the bar pole. While she was dancing, there were lots of eyes staring at her, but there was this very eyes that wasn't just staring at her, he was studying he

That way, even if the bra fell, her naked body would not be exposed. Delilah’s bare back was a different story. It was exposed to the crowd and audiences all over the world. James swiftly retrieved the silver needles on Delilah’s back. The moment the silver needles were removed from her skin, dark, black blood oozed out of the openings and slowly flowed down her body. With silver needles in hand, James began to work quickly once again. Soon, Delilah’s back was filled with silver needles. “Give me the alcohol and the lighter.”

Kimmelly gasped, stumbling back. But Delilah was done listening. She lunged again—this time, there was no mercy. Her fangs tore into Kimmelly’s shoulder, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Kimmelly fought, but Delilah was stronger. Faster. More ruthless. The dagger appeared in Delilah’s hand like magic. One quick motion. The blade plunged into Kimmelly’s heart. A choked sob escaped her lips. Her body jerked, then went still. Delilah yanked the dagger free, her face impassive as blood stained the snow.

I will not last, and I try to pull her away, but Delilah holds my ass as she takes me deep into her throat. “Fuck.” I come, unable to hold off any longer. It’s explosive, and she swallows every drop, staring into my eyes. “What the hell was that?” I drop to the bed beside her, leaning forward to catch my breath. “I don’t even want to know how you’re so good at that.” “Something I have been dreaming about.” Delilah stands and takes her dress off, revealing a tiny matching bra and underwear in pink lace that makes me curse again. She moves onto the bed, scooting back to the pillows, as I can’t help but follow her.

Just then, Delilah burst out of her bedroom. She looked stunning in a deep green, knitted two-piece—a spaghetti-strap crop top and a mini skirt that stopped dangerously mid-thigh, paired with heavy black boots. “Has the Emperor finally retreated?” She asked, looking between me and Aria. “He's outside,” I said. “Taking a phone call.” Delilah groaned, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “See? This is what I’m talking about. He shows up, acts like he owns the air we breathe, and then ducks out to have hushed conversations with people who definitely aren't his mother.”