Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

DELILAH

I followed Damien, confused. Grandma had gone to visit her best friend before going back tomorrow. She might be having a sleepover there. Then how did she call me?

“Now, this dinner is mine alone,” Steven said, more like to himself as he took a seat and turned his plate. Wouldn’t we all be having dinner together?

Not understanding, I took steps behind Damien. Even I felt he knew that he lied about Grandma calling me for we entered inside his study. The familiar place looked as good as always. I saw him walking towards the chair, and sat there. His head was thrown back, jaws clenched and a vein popped in his forearm at how much he was gripping the paperweight.

“Lilah.” I almost jumped hearing his voice. It wasn’t warm like always but hard and cold. He turned his head towards me, eyes almost piercing into my soul. “Come here.”

My feet took tiny steps, tensed to reach him. Why was he so angry? I stood beside him, heart in hands. He didn’t speak for a while, and my fingers tempted to fiddle with the strings of my dress.

It lessens some of the nervousness.

He swirled in his chair, before facing me. I could see the disapproval and dislike clearly in those pitch-dark pupils. I gulped down an invisible lump, which unknowingly made him smirk at me.

“Settle here.” He pushed himself back along with the chair and gestured to his lap. Had he lost his mind or what? He raised his eyebrows at me, questioning. “Are you denying it?”

“I…” before I could complete I found him curling his fingers around my wrist and giving a sharp pull, leading me to land on his lap. My eyes widened at him, and the short pull but his expression was of pure satisfaction. His soft-looking lips pulled in a smirk, may I add a proud one. He wrapped his arms around my waist, plasting my body to his. There wasn’t even a hair breadth between us, and that made my heart thud inside my chest like a caveman.  

He was so close to me that I could feel his warm and rapid breath over my cheekbones. His hair fell over his forehead, rubbing against mine. So close, he was looking more beautiful than before. Sinfully beautiful.

He closed the distance between us, his lips marring over my face. “What were you blushing about in there?” His deep voice almost rumbled by inside, making heat pool in my south. His lips traveled up, passing over my reddened cheeks and jaws. I felt him wrapping his fingers around my throat in a light grip. “I don’t like it.” His teeth nipped my jaws like pinpricks before he brushed his tongue over them soothing the placing, stopping the hiss from leaving my lips.

He released my throat, and his knuckles brushed over my cheekbones like a soft feather. Calm and soft, so ironical to what he was doing now. “Answer me, Lilah.” It felt my mind to even answer him. I gulped down the lump forming in my throat.

‘I…’’ Did he listen to my confession? Please no. “We were just talking about his childhood.” I could feel the nervousness in my voice, at the lie spelled out of me. He hummed near the crook of my neck, the vibration rumbling straight to my heart.

“I like…” He pulled his head out and dropped a kiss on my lips, “when you blush like now.” His lips feathering kisses over my hot cheeks, “solely by me.” He didn’t speak more and traveled his hand under my top.

“Should we continue what we left in the pool that day?” I didn’t know what to answer to that. Every fiber in me wants to have his lips all over me. He made me feel that good. I didn’t say anything, which he took somewhat into his account as a yes. “We wouldn’t be going too far but…” He placed his big calloused hands over my stomach, brushing circles with his knuckles. “You will enjoy this.” He dipped his head lower reaching just above my breast.

I couldn’t stop him when he began to rub my thighs, pulling his hands further up and up. “These dresses you wear are really helpful,” He spoke against my skin, lips creating paintings over my exposed collar bones. “And are a fucking turn on.” A moan escaped my lips when he dipped his head further low, reaching the neckline of my dress. His hand went further up disappearing under the dress.

My hand itched to grip his broad shoulders and not calculating anything I steadied my hands there. He raised his eyes at me, and I could see the passion clouding his eyes mirroring mine. They were bare in front of me, and I could read all his emotions.

His other hand around my waist tightened and I saw him, rising his head up and pulling down his hands from my thigh. Almost disappointment laced in my expression, but the next second I saw him clearing the desk and hoisting me up in there. My widened surprised eyes met his, but they weren’t the least bothering. He rose in his legs, his scorching gaze solely at me, piercing into my soul.

His hand gripped the end of my dress. “Dinner? Steven?”

“The fucker can wait.” He almost growled, his hands pulled up my dress to my abdomen. He pulled his lips in between his teeth, gaze fixed on my dress. “And about dinner, I will have it in here.” 

And the next second, the light peach dress was on the carpeted floor. I closed my eyes tightly feeling shy under his gaze. I knew he could see my ugly scars and would now leave the study. I waited for him to do that but nothing happened for a long. I held my breath fearing the situation when I felt light velvety touch over the burnt mark above my breast.

My eyes shot open at that and I saw him placing kisses over every scare that had marred my skin. His hot, light kisses made me close my eyes and a tear escaped out. Before I know I was sobbing. I felt him leaving his sweet kisses and looking up at me. From the tear-curtained lashes, I saw the worry in his eyes, and that only made my sob worse.