Delilah froze. She knew it was him, she'd recognize his voice anywhere. It sent shivers down her spine. It had to be done. She had to face him sooner or later, after all it had been well over a month. She shakily spun round, her stilettos screeching on the tiled floor.
He hadn't changed at all. His dark hair was pushed back exposing his murky blue eyes, his rosy lips spread into a gentle smile.
Delilah turned away and began walking back toward the exit, determined to walk away this time. Tears began to sting at the corner of her dark brown eyes. She had to get out of the club. Now.
She felt his hand thrust into hers, his breath on her neck, his chest pressed against her back, the words 'Lila, please' breathed in her ear. She broke free of his grasp.
" 'Lila please'?!! Thats all you have to say?! Jesus Christ, you can't do that to someone, convince them that they're your world, convince them that you love them more than anything, and then just leave out of the blue, without a second thought of the wreck you've left behind, and then just appear with a 'Lila please'!!" The rage was flowing fast and free now "You have some nerve you piece of shit. And, for the last fucking time, stop calling me Lila!"
She turned back round, ready to march out with the adrenaline running through her veins, and tears running down her cheeks.
"Please baby-" He whispered into her neck, clutching at her hand again.
She reluctantly shook him off a second time.
"Criss, let me go. Please, don't do this-" Her breath caught in her throat "I can't do this. Please, just let me go."
"No" his voice was soft in her ear. "I'm not leaving you again baby."
He gently dragged her away from the crowds, towards the empty hallway off the dance floor. Delilah willingly let herself follow, ignoring the surge of emotions racking up inside her.
He pushed her back against the marbled wall with tender force. He tucked his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look upwards at him. Criss meekly pressed his lips against hers. He pulled back and gazed into her eyes. He ran a hand through her soft brown curls, reminding himself of their familiar feeling. Her brown eyes seemed much darker, staring back at him with a yearning look. Delilah quickly pressed her mouth against his, stinging from the lost contact. The pressure of her mouth on his increased as she dragged her nails up his back. His hands cupped round her cheeks pulling her harder into him. He couldn't get close enough.
Delilah ran her fingers through his dark hair, tugging it as he pried open her lips with his tongue. She arched her body forward, aching for the feel of him. Criss roughly responded, grinding his straining erection against her pelvis. She moaned into his mouth as the friction between his jeans and her jersey dress increased. He broke away from the feverish kiss, trailing his tongue down her neck, softly grating his teeth along the spot he knew made her melt. Delilah threw her head back, exposing more of her neck, letting him sink his teeth into her pale skin. A whimper escaped her lips when Criss sucked a love bite into place.
His hands moved away from her face and began roaming down her thighs, his bitten nails creating a delicious sensation on the interior sensitive skin as his mouth caressed her earlobe. His hands traveled upwards, toying with the buttons on her dress. Delilah gasped loudly had his hand found its way inside her dress, his thumb running over the flimsy material covering her hard nipples. Criss' other hand returned to her thighs, deeply flushed and burning hot. Still running his thumb over her jagged nipples, his remaining hand found itself edging closer to her hot cunt, pulsing with anticipation. He ran his finger over the soaking material covering her pussy as Delilah groaned above the thumping bass, digging her crimson nails into his shoulder.
Criss pulled his hand free from her bra and used both hands to slide her soaking lace panties to the floor.