Delilah Dagger Nude Novels & Stories

He hooked the point into the lace at my hip and ripped it. It sent a jolt straight to my cunt. The fabric gave way without resistance, and I felt the air hit my freshly exposed skin. He did the same on the other side, the delicate underwear falling away in tatters. This time I was completely naked. “Such a perfect fucking ass, Delilah,” he growled in a husky voice. He didn’t touch me with his hands. Instead, I felt the flat of the cold blade rest against one cheek, then the other. He trailed the tip down the cleft, and I shuddered, my knuckles white where I gripped the case.

She pushed the door open without knocking, freezing for a second at the sight: Zeke, naked and feral, pounding the bag with the force of a hurricane, sweat rivers carving paths down his chiseled abs and over his half hard dick. "Zeke," she called, her voice a husky challenge as she stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. He glanced over, eyes blazing, and snarled, "Get the fuck out, Dee. Not now." But Delilah wasn't in the mood to back down. She'd been riding her own edge all day, the power plays in the boardroom leaving her pussy throbbing for release. She stripped off her tailored jacket, letting it fall, then unbuttoned her blouse with deliberate slowness, revealing the black lace b

Well, that would just be a very satisfying bonus. ~~~ I make my way to see Hunter at his hotel suite. The door swings open before I can knock twice. Delilah’s standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a silk robe and a pair of panties. And of course, she’s braless. Her entire chest is on display. “Knox,” she says. “Delilah. I’m here to see Hunter. He told me he’s in.” She leans against the frame, the robe gaping open. “I’ll only let you in if you say the right words.”

He had torn away my shirt and soon, it met his on the floor. I was totally naked and instead of being shy, it made me even bolder. Xee's heated gaze raked down my body, igniting every nerve ending in its wake. Dipping his head lower, he whispered against my skin, "Moon Goddess must have taken her time to create you." The tips of his fingers grazed my arm, "You are the epitome of beauty, Delilah." He licked my earlobe and whispered sensually in my ear, "And I can't wait to devour you."

Maxwell “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” I asked Delilah, who was determined to capture Raymond, Alpha Farrell’s brother. Raymond had betrayed his own brother by revealing his location to the enemy. If it were up to me, I would have ended him without a second thought. But Delilah insisted on capturing him alive. She believed he could provide us with valuable information, and as much as I disagreed, I couldn’t deny her determination. She stood silently, lost in thought, her electric blue eyes scanning the horizon. She was dressed in black leather pants and a tank top, with a long orange trench coat wrapped around her waist. Her black heels added a touch of elegance, making her look bot

Pulled the knot loose. The robe fell open. I was wearing a black lace bra. Matching panties. Nothing else. His breath stopped. "Delilah." "Touch me. Under the robe this time. Skin to skin." His hands trembled as they slid inside the silk. Found my bare waist. The contact was electric. Skin on skin. Finally. "You're warm," he said. "I'm turned on." "From this?" "From you." His hands explored. More confident now. Sliding up my sides. Tracing my ribs.