A promise is a promise Here is the other half of Delancey Sorenson's (unedited) Prologue.
Kisses,
-Mia
p.s. For those who missed the first half, check it out at http://www.ivegot69problems.blogspot.com/2015/02/tease-tastic-tuesday-has-gone-kinky.html
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A victorious smile found Delancey’s lips at the sight of Thane’s thinking face. The fact that he was weighing his options and calculating the risks, instead of acting on instinct, was a good sign. She was winning the war. “See, I think you can’t do it.”
With Thane’s vision cut off, he was at a disadvantage. Delancey exploited that weakness by kicking off her ballet flats and starting for him while starting in on him again. “I think you can’t kiss her. I think you can’t kiss anybody, except me.” To some, she would sound arrogant. But to anyone who knew her and Thane, they would recognize her words for what they were—the stone cold truth.
Thane’s eyes remained closed. His lips stayed smooth and even. Only the tightening of the corners indicated she was getting to him.
Delancey lifted a surprisingly steady hand to the side of Thane’s head. “And here.” She caressed his temple in a small, slow, circular pattern—just like he liked it. “In the mind that fascinates me so.”
Thane’s jaw flexed, and she cupped his cheek. “Don’t deny what we both know…what we all know.” She brushed her lips along his silent ones. “That I am yours, and you are mine.”
“Delancey…”
Delancey didn’t heed the warning in Thane’s tone. But she did step into him, sighing his name when the heat his body exuded melted her from the outside in. “Thane.” She guided her hands, both of them, from his washboard abs to the waistband of his low-slung leathers. There, she paused to sigh his name a second time, “Thane.”
Slowly, as though he were drugged, Thane’s lids lifted. His pale eyes captured hers, penetrating and at the same time riveting her. He didn’t speak, not a word. He simply struck. Faster than lightning, more reckless than a storm, he hauled her against him, drawing her to him until her body was flush with his, every inch of her touching every glorious inch of him. Even pissed, having Thane this close, feeling his warm breath on her face, made Delancey want to crawl inside of him, made her want to get lost in him and never come out.
Thane growled, grabbing the hair she’d pulled back in a ponytail and wrapping it around his knuckles. He tugged mercilessly and without his usual restrain. The fiery burn his uncompromising clench ripped a guttural moan from Delancey, and she shuddered.
“You’re damn straight, precious girl,” Thane whispered, his stunningly beautiful mouth hovering just above hers. “You belong to me, and I belong to you. Always have, always will.”
Delancey finally allowed herself to breathe, and her lungs thanked her.
“But I fear one day…
Unease prickled along Delancey’s scalp as she waited for Thane to continue. The foreboding sensation fused with the heat from his hold. Together, they crawled down her neck and spine. She shivered and inexplicably some instinct inside her screamed. Whatever he was about to say would change her, would change them, would change everything. She didn’t know how she knew that. She only knew that Thane feared nothing.
Except…
Air left Delancey once again. Thane did fear—for one thing. For her. Her safety, her sanity, and everything in between was everything to him. His weakness, it was her. She was what could bring him to his knees.
If something happened…
It didn’t even bear thinking about. The Thane she knew would cease to exist without her, just as she would, if it were him.
“One day soon, you will pay for loving me. One day, you will suffer for being mine.”
~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)
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