Delilah Rage Nude Novels & Stories

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.”

Delilah locked eyes with Lucian, a seductive gaze that sent a shiver down his spine, and a titillating smirk that fueled his longing. In one rapid motion, she tore his pants clean off his body and began rubbing her sensitive nub up and down his hard, thick length, aching for the pleasure it would bring. As she used his shaft to pleasure herself, her grasp tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. Delilah surrendered to the sensations, closing her eyes, throwing her head back, and capturing her bottom lip between her teeth, savoring every moment of satisfaction.

Delila inquires, her voice filled with concern, and I shake my head. "I'm never going to drink again!" I groan, and Delila chuckles. "You had a terrific time last night." "What do you think?" With a sigh, I roll onto my back and lie down on the bed. When I shift my leg to get a bit more comfortable, the ache between my legs runs throughout my body, making me grimace. When I open my eyes, I find Delila staring at me with wide eyes. I look down to see what is she staring at. And I find my naked body and the valley of my breasts peeking out from under the blanket. I watch, as with her nose in the air, Delila smells the room and she looks as if she has cracked the case.

Delilah reached out to the iced coffee and in the blink of an eye she dumped the iced coffee over Delilah. "Do not mistake me for Dimitri or your father even. I am not someone you lower your gaze at have some respect. I could strangle you right here but I'm trying to hold myself." Delilah screams at Arielle who's gaze was focused to the table. Arielle's body vibrated in anger she heaves multiple breaths trying to keep calm instead of going ballistic. Delilah had the power of the media here, she couldn't risk making a bad name just to get a fight out of it.

Delilah (Aviva) teased with her eyes dancing around. Lucifer smirked while Lilith frowned. “I heard what happened!, so sad you got…” “Enough!!, look bitch!, I haven’t done anything to you so stop picking on me!!.” Delilah yelled with rage burning in her eyes. The sobar look on her face washed off in a second, she got up to her feet and faced Lilith. Delilah (Aviva’s) eyes was filled with anger and tears. “Hmm….” Lilith said, she flung Lucifer’s hands off her shoulder.

Pre-c*m slicked her palms; she moaned like it excited her. “Let me get my clothes off,” she gasped. “Let me feel you inside me. F*ck me, baby. I want your c*ck.” Eli. Emilia. Reality. Consequences. They all slammed into me at once. “No.” My voice cracked. “No, Delilah. We can’t. That’s too far.” She froze, sensing the fear in my voice. For once, she didn’t push. “All right, baby,” she whispered, kissing my cheek. “Then let me make you come with my hand. Just that. Is that okay?”

"You signed the contract in chalk and salt, and you're paying the price in skin." The tension in my body reached a breaking point. I felt the first wave of the climax hit me, a violent, shaking release that had me sobbing into his shoulder. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. I just felt him, solid and real, as he let out a guttural roar and followed me over the edge. For a long time, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronized thud of our hearts and our ragged breathing. Azrael didn't pull away. He stayed heavy on top of me, his sweat mingling with mine, his skin still radiating that unnatural heat.

Her hands clawed at his back, urging him closer, as she arched against him, wanting him with a ferocity she had never experienced before. Ethan's hands roamed over Luna's body, worshiping every curve, every dip, with reverent touches. He teased her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, while his lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her abdomen. Luna's back arched off the ground as he finally reached her core, his tongue delving into her, sending her spiraling into a haze of pleasure. Their bodies moved in a frenzy, their moans and gasps filling the air, as they lost themselves in each other, their movements urgent and primal. It was a collision of two

This video alone was enough to ruin her completely. As the online discussion about Hazel and Delilah reached its peak, the coffee shop video and chat records of Delilah inviting Hazel to meet were leaked. Along with that came audio recordings from their meeting, perfectly synchronized with the video. No one would have guessed that behind Delilah’s pitiful facade in the footage, her words could be so despicable. It wasn’t just about shattering people’s sense of morality—she spoke with such entitlement. Since when did being a mistress come with such confidence?

“About whatever the hell is going on with you.” Delilah slides into the seat next to me, practically vibrating with excitement. “Holy shit, Anastasia , that was incredible. I was literally sitting three seats behind you watching that entire sexual tension masterclass. The way you two were eye-fucking each other during the Anaïs Nin discussion? I thought the classroom was going to spontaneously combust.” “We were not eye-fucking.” “You basically undressed each other with your minds. It was better than N*****x.” Alex slams his cup down. “This isn’t a joke, Delilah .”