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Severed Heart (Ravenhood Legacy Book 2)

Severed Heart: Chapter 45

TYLER’S LIPS CAPTURE mine in a kiss that steals my breath while setting my soul alight. Moaning my relief into his perfectly parted lips, I instantly open with the demanding swipe of his tongue. Inhaling his exhales, he thrusts it into my mouth. Years of excruciating longing and emotion meld together with every languid swipe as our flames reunite. Lost in the sensation, his consuming kiss frees me to roam, and I thrust my fingers into his hair just as he turns me on my back without losing any of our connection. The transition is so smooth that I only realize I’m wrapped around him when he pulls away. Our eyes lock as we wordlessly gaze at one another for several long seconds before his declaration hits my parted lips.
“This is it, Delphine, there’s no going back,” he declares with certainty. “There’s no going back.”
“Soldier, I don’t ever want to,” I affirm, taking his mouth more forcefully and sinking easily into the most erotic, most beautiful kiss of my life. Just after, emotion takes hold as elated tears glide down my temples. Pained exhales leave us both as we erase the years between us as he delves again and again. My return kiss is fueled with all I feel as I free myself to map every inch of his muscled skin, soaking it up with my fingers while worshipping with my palms as we feed incessantly. His touch is just as fevered as if we’ve both been starving all this time—the intensity of each kiss eradicating what space remains. When he finally pulls away, we continue to share breath, our lips so close, our eyes bolted.
“Tyler,” I whisper as I stare straight into the molten desire and warmth that I’ve been begging God to restore. Though his room is dark, I can easily see it everywhere in his expression as I palm his jaw. “Soldier, God, how I’ve missed this look,” I whisper. “How I prayed for it—prayed for you. Je suis désolé,” I’m sorry, “please, forgive me. I was such a fool.”
“Shh, not tonight.” He shakes his head, negating all possibilities for arguments of the past as he recaptures my mouth. This kiss turning far more carnal as I start to squirm beneath him, pressing myself against him more urgently. Gripping my hair, he gently pulls, exposing my throat before covering it in tongued-filled kisses.
“Plus s’il vous plait,” more please, I cry out, my entire body drawing as I lower my hand toward his briefs. Just as I near the waistband, he stops it, pulling my hand between our flush bodies to run his lips along my fingers.
“We,” he exhales, halting all movement. “And . . . I can’t fucking believe I’m saying this, but we can’t go there tonight.”
“It’s only a suggestion to wait twenty-four hours after wax,” I sigh, “now I wish I had not”—my neck heats—“I was not expecting this.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans, dropping his forehead between my breasts as he laces our fingers together, pinning them next to my head. “You’re making things a lot worse,” he whispers, his voice filled with desire. “But that’s not the type of wait I’m talking about. It’s just too soon to tax your body this way, and you know it. You’re still struggling with fatigue day to day. And fair warning, if I so much as glimpse your freshly waxed pussy tonight, we’re both going to die.”
I can’t help laughing. “But I am okay, Soldier. I assure you—”
He jerks his chin as I exhale a groan. “I want you more than . . . fucking anything, but your immune system is in reset mode, and we need to let that happen. Just a little more time.” He captures my lips in a reassuring kiss before again taking my eyes hostage. “It’s been over three thousand days since I’ve fucked you, made love to you, and I can and will wait a little longer for you.”
“I felt every one of those days, Tyler. Every single one,” I whisper. “They hurt so much.”
“Jesus, me too, believe me,” he whispers before giving me a wicked grin that makes my toes curl. “But silver linings, at least for me, is that prolonging this gives me the advantage of payback for the hell you’ve put me through.”
I glower at him, and he chuckles, stilling my wandering hand and pinning it in the same way as the other, leaving me helpless beneath him as he lightly brushes his erection along my thin panties, where he’s now nestled between my thighs. His next brush elicits an aggravated mewl from me, and his eyes fire in delight before he speaks.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve been trying to kill me for years.” He dips, drawing upon my nipple before noisily releasing it. “So, turnabout is fair play, and I’m building one hell of a strategy right now, baby. Many punishments included,” he vows, his eyes intent.
“Punishment?” I utter weakly. “This does not seem just. I have not once tried to kill you. You’re speaking imbecile.”
“Au contraire, mon general,” on the contrary, my general, “sassafras was stopped in use of the manufacturing of root beer because it’s filled with carcinogens and considered toxic, so there’s your first assassination attempt.”
“What?” I gawk at him. “Merde,” shit. I bulge my eyes. “Soldier, I had no idea.”
“Uh-huh, sure you didn’t,” he utters in a playful tone before he ticks off my list of offenses. “And then there’s the months you denied our attraction before our recent eight years of torture,” he whispers as I palm his jaw, “and counting—” He sucks a nipple into his mouth and flicks it with rapid licks as my panties flood with need.
“Tyler.” I lift my upper half to try to get closer as his eyes twinkle with future retribution. “You saw my want of you, I know you did, and if—”
“Oh, I saw it, she-devil. But as you well know”—he blows on my peaked nipple—“I’m a pretty patient man—kind of had to be after falling in love with you.” He laves at the taut peak before roaming to the next. “To the point that I’ve become a man who can easily bide his time,” he declares before biting my nipple lightly and then soothing it with an exaggerated swipe of his tongue.
“Please,” I beg unabashedly, “I feel fine.”
“You know, I can wait as long as it takes.” He licks along my bottom lip as I chase it for a kiss, still pinned by his body and his hands. “You, however, will not be able to go longer than a few blinks without recounting the details of the tortuous nights ahead of you.”
“Tyler.” I hear my pathetic whine. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I am desperate for you.”
He pauses his torture briefly, his fiery eyes drilling into mine. “Fuck . . . how long I’ve waited, hoped to hear words like that come from your lips.”
“You already won this battle so long ago. It was me who refused to surrender, but I give it to you now.” I bite my lip, tears filling my eyes.
“Baby,” he murmurs, “all playing aside, I would be inside you right now if I thought it wouldn’t hurt you, and you know that. But there are plenty of things we can do until you can make it up a hillside without losing breath. And for what I have in mind for us, and the thousands of ways I plan on fucking you, making love to you, once you’ve fully regained your strength, you’re going to need to start training—tomorrow.” He draws upon my lips. “But yeah, sorry, you’re not getting away with doling out the torture I’ve endured. I will be seeking my satisfaction, along with.” He gently bites my nipple, and I gasp, “A pound or twenty of flesh.”
I can’t help but smile despite the promise of torture. “This sounds very, a-h, ah,” I moan as he again draws upon one nipple, then the other, “serious.”
“Oh, how the tables have turned, General Yoda. And now it’s my turn to get you into shape.”
“The pupil becomes the master,” I croak breathlessly.
“Exactly, and man, am I going to enjoy this.” His eyes roam over my bare skin. “You look so incredibly beautiful.” His words cover me as he dips to kiss my torso and then my belly, covering what he’s not kissing with his palms.
“Tyler, please,” I cry, arching against his roaming lips as he lowers further and further.
“Damn,” he groans, “my fucking name coming off that tongue of yours. I’m going to have to make you come tonight.” He flicks my drawn nipple painfully, and I gasp. “Not that you really deserve it.”
“Then let me touch you, Soldier. Let me make you come.”
“Jesus, this is”—he shakes his head bewildered—“I never thought . . . I never thought this day would come.”
“I want you so much,” I admit. “So many nights I’ve touched myself in remembrance of that night.”
“Now you’re just fucking fighting dirty.” He nails me with his expression. “Nice try, but I wouldn’t try to top me in bed, General,” he warns. “There’s absolutely no fucking way you’ll ever win that flag.”
“I w-want”—my jaw starts shaking due to my abundance of desire, his dog tags tickling my skin as he places sporadic tongue-filled kisses along my body—“to touch you, so much to put my mouth on you.”
“This is quite the dilemma we’re in, General. Guess it’s a good thing we’re both strategists.” He runs his swollen cock gently, so gently along my center. “And just because I told you what turns me on doesn’t mean I’m going to let you bait me.”
“This isn’t a game for me.” I shudder beneath him. “I need to feel you.”
“It’s never been a game for me,” he counters so seriously that we both stop moving. “I love you. There’s no game inside that truth, I promise, but there is foreplay.” His dimple pops, and I groan at the sight. “And at that, General, I excel.”
“Please, Tyler, I feel fine, ah,” I cry as he lowers his head between my legs, locking one over his muscular shoulder before he slowly dips, licking me wholly with a long swipe of his skilled tongue over my panties. Gripping the fingers I have twisted in his hair, he lowers them to the sides of the silk he’s licking along before giving his rough order.
“Spread yourself for me, baby, and I’ll make it quick. I don’t want to hurt you.” His fast exhales set my sensitive skin alight even through the material. “Do it,” he orders, just before I pull myself apart for him, the only barrier the slip of silk. The instant I obey, he runs a sure finger up my slit, easily finding my clit a second before he furiously begins to lick it, exactly where I’m pulsing and needy. The sensation of his intense licks is so overwhelming that I clamp my legs around his head. His rough chuckle hits my thighs, his light stubble brushing against them before he palms my legs open, holding them easily. “Open for me,” he commands roughly.
The second I do, I’m instantly pulled under.
“Tyler,” I draw out, my mewl fueling him as he begins to rapidly dart his tongue against the throbbing ache. Within mere breaths, my chest is heaving, desire running rampant. Just as the rush begins, he pulls my throbbing clit into his mouth through my panties, sucking feverishly until I explode. Wave upon wave of pleasure crashes into me, through me, as I come utterly undone beneath him. He palms my thighs wider, prolonging my orgasm by sucking lightly until I become a shuddering puddle beneath him.
Lifting, he instantly moves to my side, kissing me and restoking my need before pulling back and gazing down at me. “You’re so beautiful to me, you know that, right? You didn’t have to spend a single dollar to showcase what I can so easily see.”
“I wanted to,” I manage to relay as my body shakes and hums in the aftermath. “It was just as much for me. It’s been too long since I’ve cared for myself.”
He nods in understanding as I palm his jaw.
“My God, how I wanted that look for me in your eyes, the look you have now. Every night, I have been tempted to cross that hall, to kiss your skin until you wake.” Gliding my palm down his stomach, I dip into his briefs and grip his cock as the fantasy I started and have been fueling since I began gaining strength takes hold. “To taste you. And . . . I’m no longer asking. As you said, Soldier, turnabout is fair play.”
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts as I jerk his massive length, “just . . . easy,” he utters with concern before I clamp his mouth with my palm, kissing the expanse of his chest as he chuckles against it. His groan vibrates against my hand as I flick his nipple and lower my kiss, running my tongue along every muscle, and his enormous cock pulses in my tight grip in response. I lower my kiss as I continually pump the silky skin, anticipation running through me like wildfire.
“So many nights I’ve thought of you,” I murmur as he tracks my every move with molten brown eyes. “Of how you fucked me, made love to me, of how it felt between us.”
“Turnabout is fucking right because if you keep touching me and talking like this, this is going to get embarrassing for me,” he says, threading his hand into my hair before running his thumb along my jaw.
“So many days after—years after—I wondered how it was possible to crave a man so much and obsess over every touch. I thought I had lost more of my mind,” I tell him honestly, paving a path with my lips while lightly pumping his cock in my hand. An instant later, he goes utterly still to restrain himself, releasing a frustrated groan.
“Would you reconsider?” I ask, hoping he’ll change his mind.
“No,” he answers instantly, “but not because I don’t want to, because I do. A lot. In our future.” He whispers his finger along my cheek, and I capture it, sucking the pad of it into my mouth. “Jesus, you are fighting so fucking dirty . . . but I’m willing to negotiate.”
I can’t help my victorious grin. “What are your terms?”
“Gain five more pounds and walk up the hillside next to our house without getting winded, and I’ll give you as much of this as you want.” He pumps his cock into my tight fist before lifting his lips into a deviant smirk. “Probably more than you can handle.”
“That sounded more like an order, and who told you smug was so fucking sexy?” I grumble.
“You did this morning while you were goading me about other women, and we talked door socks while you fucked me with your eyes.”
“You have noticed everything these past few weeks,” I hiss in frustration, climbing back up briefly to sink my teeth into his lip.
“Ouwch, shibt,” he groans, his cock growing impossibly harder in my hand as I suck his newly bitten lip before issuing my warning.
“I accept your challenge,” I issue in a warning of my own. “You will soon discover that I, too, have an appetite, Soldier,” I utter, biting into his jaw as he chuckles. It’s when I run my thumb along his fat crown that his laughter stops altogether. As my kiss lowers, he keeps his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp, his voice covering me with every word.
“Fuck . . . you feel so good,” he mumbles as I lick every place I’ve imagined on his chest, along every ridge of his abdomen, and further down until I’ve reached the light trail of hair leading to his briefs. Unable to help myself at the sight of his perfect dick as I unveil it at the top of his waistband, I immediately inhale the engorged head to feast.
“Jesus,” he grits out as I start vigorously pumping him with my hand, swirling my tongue around his tip, tracing it again and again, moaning my need for him as I do it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hisses, my hair growing tighter in his fist as I relax my throat to take in what I can. His cock is impossibly large. So much so, I’m only able to fit a fraction of him into my mouth, gagging on him as I do. Determined, I soak his shaft as much as possible while pumping his ridiculous girth in my unrelenting grip.
“Goddamn,” he groans as he gently starts to thrust in. I pop him out of my mouth and, with the victorious lift of my lips, issue my order.
“Stop flirting and fuck my mouth.”
“Delphine.” His eyes flare, even as he voices his concern.
“Do it,” I command, “I’m not made of glass, Soldier.”
Surrounding him again, I strangle the base of his dick, and he instantly starts pumping more aggressively. After a few thrusts, I pop him out with my next order, sensing he’s close.
“Come in my mouth,” I tell him, taking in as much as I can as I claw his stomach and swallow him down. He thrusts a few times and stills my head until he’s spent himself. His groan as he releases only fueling the rekindled fire between my legs. I’m nowhere near satiated with giving so little to him, even as he sinks into the bed as he comes down. Even so, I feel the familiar fatigue settling into me and hate it.
“Merde,” shit, I whimper, as light sweat covers my skin. “We’ve waited so long, for so little,” I utter as he drags me to straddle him, his chuckle ironic.
“We have time. To be honest, I’m surprised you’re up for it this early on.”
“Oh, I’m up for it,” I mutter dryly. “And do you know why, my soldier? Because my memory, my mind—as much of a traitor as it is—has been kind enough to remind me every single damned day just how well you know how to use this cock.” I grip him again, and he jerks due to the sensitivity, but I keep my grip firm to fight dirty. “Because you weren’t just a kissing tramp and fucked all the girls.”
A tense silence follows as I release him and sigh.
“I’m sorry I ever put that in your head,” he whispers through the quiet room. “As much as I like to point the finger, I’ve said some shitty things to you in anger. I’m no saint, General, and I know that.” He tenderly strokes my back with his fingers while pulling me closer. “I’ll do my best to erase the words that hurt you.”
“Non,” I lift to speak what words I have for him, “what’s done is done, and there is nothing you will ever say or do that could ever turn me away from you. You have given me the ability to trust again, Tyler, and this trust is yours.” He stares up at me, emotion swirling in his eyes. “I know you are worried, but I am not. I want to be in the same bedroom. I want to share this life with you. Will you maybe consider it?”
“I think we have a miscommunication issue,” he says.
“No, we don’t. We have lingering hurts between us. I hurt you and wronged you, and you can’t trust my words yet. It’s my turn to prove love isn’t a liar, and I want so much to make you happy.”
“Then there’s no miscommunication,” he says, pulling me back to his chest, to where I fit so naturally, my head beneath his chin.
“Tyler,” I whisper, “you truly have still wanted me this whole time? Even when you came to my door that day?”
“Since the first time I truly saw you, God, yes. Any way I can get you, always, Delphine. Always.” He wraps both his arms around me firmly. Our mouths find each other again and again for long minutes until finally, we’re facing each other an inch away on our own pillows. Hands clasped, legs tangled, we gaze upon one another, a new kind of beginning in each other’s reflection. One that started long ago and that time revealed was the best thing to ever happen to me—a bond which I speak aloud.
“Re-bonjour mon meilleur ami.” Hello again, my best friend.
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