"I dare you to repeat what you said, Delilah," Zephyr whispered in Delilah's ears, removing her wet hair from her neck and rubbing his nose up and down her skin.
His hands pressed her hands on the wall while he pressed her into the wall from behind, his soldier already wanting to pierce her walls and spread her wider.
"Are you angry?" Delilah asked meticulously, smiling even when she knew he was not in the joking mood anymore.
"Haha," Zephyr chuckled darkly.
"Angry? Why would I be angry? If it comes to worst, I will stand behind you and see who will dare to look at you, your beauty, let alone lay a finger on you," Zephyr said, a clear threat in his words.
Delilah smirked.
The more he talked like this, the desire to tease him increased even more. She breathed heavily when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look into his eyes.
