Phei looked down at her, his eyes dark with possession and something far deeper — something that went far beyond lust. His huge cock rested heavily against her lower stomach, the thick shaft pulsing with heat against her soft skin. He could feel the warmth of her body beneath him — the plush thickness of her thighs spread wide around his hips, the generous curve of her waist, the heavy weight of her breasts rising and falling with every shaky breath, the way her soft stomach quivered beneath him.
This wasn't just about taking her body:
This was about finally claiming the woman who had waited for him, the one who had chosen him despite everything. After his aunt: after her mother.
His quiet, burning dream had always been to one day make them all his women — Melissa Delilah, Victoria too, and perhaps even Sienna one day, though that still felt sooooo distant to Phei.
But Delilah was here. Real. His.
