"Mine.." Delilah moaned as she neared her climax.

They weren't even thinking about the words coming out of their mouths—it was all passion at that point.

"Yours..." Donovan said, seconds later Delilah was pulled into him, smashing their lips together as Delilah clawed as his robe and pulling it open so her chest rubbed against his. She needed that connection—the whole connection.

Donovan knew what she was doing and craved more of it. He pulled himself forward, flush with her body, both of them taking what they needed.

"Yes, baby, fuck me..." Donovan said.

"Yes..." Delilah mewled as Donovan thrust upwards, both of them coming in unison.

"Oh.." Donovan shuddered, holding Delilah in his arms as they both stared into each other's eyes. Delilah felt him still inside of her, his cock kicking one more time and her walls drenched with their combined creams.

"I could get used to that.." Delilah smiled, "I don't think I've ever had sex so many times in such a short time."

"Would you ever grow tired of me?"

"Of you?"

Donovan averted her gaze, "I mean sex..."

No, he meant him.

"I could never grow tired of either one," Delilah said, pulling herself up and settling on the sofa next to him, "I don't know who cleans your furniture, but this might need to be reupholstered after we're done with them."

Donovan laughed, heartily. He loved her sense of humor, her kindness, her talents...

All of her talents.

"I have a confession to make," he said, "I hope you don't mind..."

"What?"

"I took pictures of some of your photographs in your bedroom while we were in Salem," Donovan said, "You're an extremely talented photog."

"My nature photos?" Delilah grinned, "You could have just asked for a copy. I make at least two. Thank you, though. It takes my mind off of so much. The kids enjoy being outside, too."

"My boys were the same," Donovan said, wondering how it was so incredibly easy to talk to this woman after making sweet love to her as if they'd been friends for years, "They hated staying inside until those teen years hit!"

"Beatrice and Isaiah already want to stay in their rooms, but mainly when they're..." Delilah trailed off, shutting herself down before mentioning Brett.

"Don't ever shy from me," Donovan said, "There's not a damn thing you could say or do that would ruin any moments with you, Del."

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Because you deserve everything good in this world."

"I wish you weren't going to Dubai," Delilah confessed, "I certainly am proud of you and wish you nothing but the best, but I just...I just...I kinda feel like I'm losing you when I practically just met you."

Donovan smiled, "You aren't losing me, Del."

Delilah didn't know how to feel about her heart, but she felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.

What she didn't know was Donovan felt the same way.

Delilah nodded, quickly changing the subject, "My goodness! How big is your kitchen?!"

"Well, I like to cook," Donovan chuckled, "And please, don't hesitate to help yourself to anything in here. I was quick to survey your kitchen and fridge..."

"Stalker," Delilah mused, jabbing him in the ribs playfully, "Oh! You even got my favorite cereal."

"Well, I wanted you to feel comfortable here, Del.." Donovan leaned in and picked her up, placing Delilah on the counter top and smiling up at her, "You've no idea what you do to me."

"Your hardness is sticking me in the leg so I think I have a good idea," Delilah giggled, "Are you sure you want to go again?"

Donovan spread himself wide between Delilah's thighs as his cock found it's way to her entrance once again.

Pushing in, Delilah sighed into him.

"I'll definitely miss this.." she moaned, "I think I'll have to buy myself a vibrator."

Donovan watched himself glide in and out of her as Delilah also looked down to the place where their bodies were connected.

"It feels so good," she said, "It sounds crazy, but it looks so beautiful."

Donovan pushed himself deep, his cock disappearing and reappearing as they fucked on the countertop. He wanted to take his time this go-round.

"Maybe you can make a mold of yourself and I can use it," Delilah joked as Donovan kissed her bottom lip, nibbling at the plump slits.

"I've thought about it.." Donovan groaned.

"Well, I don't know if I could give you a piece of me to take with you," Delilah yelped, "Oh...oh...yes...there...right there, Donnie!"

Donovan continued his rutting, both of them lost in a sea of pleasures with a nip of pain as Donovan bit her neck.

"Do that again—but harder," Delilah demanded.

"As you wish, my queen," Donovan nibbled at her flesh over and over again, "I am going to mark you and let everyone know you're mine."

"Yours.." Delilah whispered as her own teeth found Donovan's shoulder, "Mine.."

Donovan's pulse picked up as he felt her teeth nip away at his blade, pushing the robe off his shoulder.

"Yes...." Donovan chuckled, "I knew you'd become such a naughty girl."

"Only with you, Donnie...I only want my pleasure and pain to come from you."