SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
The possessiveness hit me hard, twisting in my gut like a knife.
“Fuck me,” I muttered to myself, knowing I shouldn’t feel this way. But I did. And I couldn’t stop it.
I looked down at Delilah, who still had her head resting on my chest, her soft bare breasts pressed against my side. Her skin was warm and smooth against mine. I ran my fingers slowly up and down her back, tracing her spine. This moment felt too good. I couldn’t believe how we had gotten here, but now that we had crossed the line, a deep, dark part of me knew I couldn’t go back. I wanted her—all of her. Every smile, every tear, every inch of this body. No other man was ever touching her again. She was mine now, and the possess