Free The Deliverance of Dilan (The Syndicate #4) by Kathy Coopmans Page A

cupping her chin in my hand. She shivers and Christ, if that one shiver doesn’t make whatever last bit of nerves evaporate into the thick, sexual severity in this room.
    “I need to know how you feel about me?” Her voice is wobbly.
    I coil my other hand around her waist, dip my head down to within a mere fraction of hers. I don’t speak. Instead, I brush my lips across hers delicately. She gasps, her mouth opening slightly. And I take what I’ve been dying to taste. I’m not going to fuck this kiss up with her. No goddamn way.
    My tongue sweeps out to taste her bottom lip. It’s sweet, innocent like I know she is. I crash then. Shatter. My tongue touches the tip of hers, and that’s all it takes for me to dive in and taste her pure, little mouth. Our tongues collide. I see the beauty that lies beyond in her eyes until she closes them and her arms go up and around my neck. She pulls me in as close as she can get me, breathing in the same air as me. And Christ, I take her mouth in a ravishing tangle of lips and tongue. Circling. Consuming. Communicating how I feel about her. She’s more than a dream come true. She is every damn thing I’ve ever wanted. I let go of her chin, tangle my hand in her hair, and lift her up onto the vanity with my other hand. I kiss her until I can’t see straight. I taste her until she’s all I ever want to taste again. I can’t stop. My tongue explores her mouth. Every bit of it. I’m relishing and demolishing at the same time.
    I need more of her. I drop my mouth from hers, my breathing uncontrollable. Her moaning shoots straight to my dick.
    I trail up her neck to behind her ear with my lips. Slowly. Deliberate to drive her wild. Starting behind her ear, I move back downward. I tip her head back by tugging on her hair. Her neck is begging for my mouth. It’s intoxicating when I get there. I suck and nibble until she’s damn near panting under my touch.
    “Oh, thank god,” she moans.
    “I’m thanking god right now for bringing you back to me, Anna.” I bury my head in her hair and sniff, not giving a shit if I sound or look like an asshole. I’ve smelled nothing but skank for the past few hours, never thinking I would have the opportunity again to smell Anna. Again, I savor. Her smell is appealing, unique, and comforting.
    “I have nothing to compare that kiss to, but if anyone asks me to tell them about my first kiss, I’m going to tell them it was indescribable. I’ve dreamed for so long of you kissing me.” I close my eyes, thanking god once again for her not kissing anyone since I’ve been gone.
    “Christ, Anna. I’ve missed you so much. I wouldn’t be able to describe it either. So let’s not. It’s our first of many things. I promise,” I murmur into her hair. I can’t seem to let her go; that and I don’t want to. She breaks away from me first, her dainty hands tugging on my hair to untangle me from within hers.
    Her eyes are meaningful when they catch mine, showcasing another question. She’s timid at first, struggling to release whatever it is she wants to ask. She can ask me whatever she wants. I’m here for the long haul. I plan on never leaving her again. I wait, feasting on her beauty until she speaks, her question nearly knocking me on my ass.
    “I want a man whose heart belongs to me, Dilan. I can’t share him with anyone else. I may look like my mom, but I’m not built like her. I want him to only want me. That’s one of the reasons why I’ve waited to give myself to anyone. Please, don’t hurt me again. Like you, I’m loyal. I will never betray you. I’ll also do everything I can to help you bring down those who wronged you.” She’s damn near breathless by the time she releases all I’ve known to be true about her. Her words zapped right to my chest.
    She doesn’t have an ounce of pity for the things I’ve been through. It’s sincerity I see. It’s truth and honestly, if I weren’t already captivated by her, I fucking would be