My Taboo Harem!

Phei was seeing a new side of Delilah.

It was not that he had ever thought she lacked fire. That would have been foolish, and Phei tried not to be foolish unless beautiful women were involved, in which case history had already filed its complaints.

Delilah Ryujin Tiamat had always carried pride in her bones, elegance in her silence, and a quiet intensity that made even restraint feel deliberate. But since that first time from the academy, since the night in the Maxton mansion when they had nearly crossed a line neither of them would have been able to pretend away for her to lose her chastity and become him woman in spirit and body with her hymen and the evidence before Sienna found them, Delilah had mostly been the softer kind with him.

She has since then been submissive, responsive and trembling beneath affection she wanted, yet still shy about wanting him to explore her too openly.

Over the past weeks, they had loved each other in pieces. Kisses stolen in corners. Fingers laced beneath tables, cuddling that lasted too long to be innocent and not long enough to satisfy either of them. Soft moments pleasuring her pussy and all her intimate part without ever fucking her:

Dangerous moments that stopped before they became something heavier. Nothing fully serious, not in the way both of them knew waited somewhere between their bodies and their future.

But right now... This was not that Delilah.

The princess in his arms was ferocious.

She kissed like waiting had offended her personally. Like every week of patience, every careful pause, moment spent letting things unfold properly had been stored inside her and sharpened into hunger.

Her hands were at his neck, in his hair, against his shoulders, pulling him closer with a boldness that made something low in Phei’s chest tighten with pure, male satisfaction.

And honestly? He loved every part of this new her.

Phei did not try to fight her to seize control just because he could, he did not want to turn the moment into a contest of who could overwhelm whom faster.

How many times had his women taken the initiative and dragged an entire session into their own rhythm? More than enough for him to know that surrendering the lead, when offered by the right woman, was its own kind of pleasure — especially when that woman looked at him like she wanted to devour him and worship him in the same breath.

So he let Delilah devour the moment.

He let her kiss him until the dome, the lights, the floating snow, even the hidden second floor above them seemed to fade around the heat gathering between them.

When the kisses session finally broke, Delilah was breathing hard, her eyes bright, lips parted, cheeks warmed by desire and emotion. For one second, she looked almost startled by herself.

Then she leaned in again, attacking him for more.

Phei smiled.

Before she reached his mouth, the upper half of his royal attire dissolved; the black-white fabric simply vanished from his torso as if reality had been informed that Delilah deserved a better view and, sensibly, complied.

Delilah stopped.

Her eyes dropped.

Phei stood before her bare from the waist up, the candlelight and starry ceiling turning his skin into warm gold and pale shadow. His chest rose slowly beneath her gaze, strong and smooth, every line of muscle carved with the unfair precision of someone the world had clearly favored too much. His shoulders, his chest, the tight plane of his abdomen, the faint movement of breath beneath power barely contained under skin — all of it was suddenly hers to look at.

Delilah forgot what she had been about to do.

Phei tilted his head. "You were very brave a second ago, princess. Did my chest defeat—"

She cut the sentence apart with her mouth but mot on his lips...

...On his chest.

Phei inhaled sharply.

Delilah pressed a kiss over his heart first, as if claiming the place most responsible for tonight’s beautiful cruelty. Then her hands moved slow at first, tracing the breadth of him with open fascination. Her fingertips crossed the hard line of his collarbone, drifted down over his chest, then followed the ridges of his abdomen with a kind of reverent greed that made Phei’s jaw tighten.

She had touched him before, but nothing like this, she was doing things she’d never done to Phei become; with this hungry tenderness and the careful exploration of her hands and mouth that treated his body like both a weapon and a gift.

Her palms slid over him as if she wanted to memorize every rise and hollow, every warm plane, every place where his breath changed beneath her touch.

Her hands explored further, sliding over the firm planes of his chest, fingers splaying wide to feel the heat of his skin and the steady beat of his heart. She traced every line of muscle, palms gliding down the tight ridges of his abdomen before sliding back up again, thumbs brushing slowly over his nipples.

A soft, involuntary moan slipped from her throat as she felt him react beneath her touch.

Phei’s fingers flexed at his sides. "Delilah..."

She looked up through her lashes.

The expression nearly ruined him.

Then she kissed lower with her mouth following where her hands had been. Her lips brushed over the center of his chest, then to the side, then down the hard lines of his abdomen. Every kiss was slow enough to be deliberate, soft enough to be worship, warm enough to make his control sharpen dangerously around the edges.

Between kisses, her voice came out low and breathless.

"You make me go crazy," she whispered against his skin. "Do you know that? Every time I touch you like this... every time I feel how warm you are, how strong... I lose my mind."

When she reached his neck, she rose onto her toes:

Her lips touched the side of his throat, Phei found himself tilting his head back slightly despite himself; that seemed to please her so Delilah kissed him there again, then opened her mouth against his skin and bit lightly.

Phei groaned in pleasure as she did, it felt so good with her warm mouth exploring him like that.

The sound was low, rough, surprised out of him before he could polish it into something more controlled.

Delilah froze for a breath, then smiled against his neck.

"Oh?" she whispered.

Phei looked down at her, eyes dark. "Do not become arrogant." but he couldn’t deny what she’d just made him do.

"That sounded like encouragement."

"It was a warning."

"I made you groaned in pleasure."

"People groan when attacked."

"I barely touched you."

"You are very dangerous for someone pretending innocence."

Delilah’s smile widened before she attacked again.

Her mouth moved over his neck and shoulder, leaving soft marks behind, warm traces of kisses and little bites blooming across his skin beneath the golden candlelight. Her hands kept exploring him without pause — sliding over his chest, down his abdomen, around to the powerful lines of his back, fingers tracing every muscle as if she needed to claim every inch.

Wherever her fingertips wandered, her lips soon followed.