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Severed Heart (Ravenhood Legacy Book 2)

Severed Heart: Chapter 48

Soldier I have gained six pounds! Scans and blood are done and the Doctor says I’m clear to fuck 😉
Laughing at the nature of my text, I add a picture of myself at the top of the hillside and send both off the way my soldier taught me on my new smartphone. Forever thankful Tyler alerted me to predictive text to save myself the frustration. Studying the picture as I trek back down the hill, I recognize the most noticeable changes. Not just in my face, which has plumped and is smoothing drastically because of the magic needles, but of the life inside my smile. That now resides in my eyes.
More and more with each day, I come closer to resembling the woman I was before he left. A woman who harbors hope as well as a renewed sense of dignity. It’s the shame that fills me of how it came to be that I have yet to press past. The truth that I didn’t get to this place on my own.
My frequent therapy with Regina is, at times, so brutal that some days, it threatens to keep me in dangerous places. Craving numbing sips so badly that during that time, I fear I will break my sobriety. As Tyler predicted, and I knew well, all has not been cured since I stopped numbing. In fact, the battles have become harder. I’m not always such a happy woman. I have days I’m intolerable, especially to myself. But Regina told me there’s no storybook life for even those most well-adjusted. That it’s simply the nature of living, which I knew already as truth.
It’s the man who stares at me with love in his eyes—no matter my state—over the kitchen table every morning and across our pillows at night who makes all days worth fighting for.
My want for Tyler’s constant company no less now than it was all those years ago. My desire to make him happy taking priority over my own when I’m able. Now, instead of feeling shame for it and pushing him away, I cling to him as he does me. Finally deciding not to fault myself further for it, and possibly not by giving a rat’s ass about it if I become so co-dependent happy like Layla.
At this point, it’s the relentless sexual torture Tyler has made very good on delivering that now threatens to drive me to an early grave. Never in my life believing I would have to work so fucking hard to get a man in my bed. The irony has laughter erupting from me as I walk back down the hillside. Musing over the fact that the man I’m so desperate for, the only one I’ve felt such desire for, is putting me through so much just to get a fucking sock on our door.
Filling my watering can at the kitchen sink, I bask in the view just outside the window. The days still warm enough for lighter dress, while the leaves continue to drastically change, enhancing the land in a multitude of colors.
Stepping onto the front porch, I begin to water the plants as delicious anticipation races through me of what tonight might bring. Our most recent session of his torturous foreplay taking over my thoughts.
“This kitchen is a dream, Soldier!” I call to where he is in our bathroom while whipping eggs with a whisk. “Even a woman most resistant to cooking could not ignore its allure! I’m determined to master it now!”
“Oh yeah?” he calls back from the bedroom as he dresses.
“Oui, I have never in my life woke and thought, ‘I’m excited to make eggs,’ but here I am, making fucking eggs for my”—I frown—“boyfriend?” I utter low, testing the word.
“You’re what?” he calls back.
“Soldier, I think maybe I’m too old to call a man a boyfriend.” Firing up the stove, I toss a pat of butter into my new frying pan. “And we both know lover is just . . . not true,” I grumble aggravatedly. “Connard.”
“Connard, huh?” Tyler chuckles as I jump out of my skin.
“FUCK!” I turn and push at his chest where he stands directly behind me. “How did you get so close? I didn’t even sense you!”
“Careful, baby, or you’ll be cooking your hair first,” he says, reaching behind me to turn off the gas burner. “And I’ve been doing that trick for years.”
I narrow my eyes. “What trick?”
“Getting this close to you without you aware of it,” he muses, popping a chopped grape from the bowl of fruit I just cut into his mouth.
“Getting close when, like at night, in my room?” I ask, eyes wide.
“No, you assuming asshole, like in the bright light of day,” he whispers, his eyes softening. “And every fucking chance I got.”
“What would you do?”
“Get close enough to get a good whiff of that light musk you wore,” he whispers, his eyes drilling into mine as he slowly lifts me onto the counter.
“I’m cooking,” I remind him, in awe of the ease with which he lifts me.
“What was that?” he asks.
“What?” I utter, distracted by how gorgeous he looks freshly showered, his lashes and hair still damp, darker.
“The perfume you wore.”
“Oh, I don’t remember,” I say honestly. “An old roll-on I think I had in my nightstand from AVON.” I widen my eyes. “An old lady perfume.”
“You’re being a little ageist today. Why can’t you call me your boyfriend?”
“It feels . . . juvenile, non?”
“Maybe it would be juvenile if I were twice your age, and it’s better than connard,” he murmurs. Tucking his fingers into my pajama bottoms and panties, he presses a hot kiss to the bared shoulder that my thin, long-sleeved pajama top hangs from.
“Non, Soldier, do not start this. You will be late for work.”
“It’s a good thing I’m my own boss.” He rakes his lower lip with his teeth as his rapidly heating gaze roams over me. “And it’s a shame about the perfume because it drove me fucking crazy.”
“I’m cooking your breakfast.” I lightly push at his chest as he begins to stroke the sensitive skin he has leveraged into my pajama bottoms and panties.
“I can see that. What’s in there?” He nods toward a bowl.
“Lemon crème,” I utter, getting lost in the length of his lashes. “It’s for your fruit.”
“Can I have a taste?”
“Hmm,” I say, reaching back to put a little on my finger before holding it up to his lips. He sucks it off seductively, closing his eyes just after.
“Not just saying this, it’s really good, baby.”
“I know.” I smile. “This recipe I remember.” I tap my temple. “It’s simple.”
“Yeah?” he murmurs, his eyes smoldering as he surrounds me. “What else is on the menu?”
“Non.” I shake my head. “Not me today. You aren’t torturing me before you leave for work. I won’t endure that again.”
“You won’t, huh?”
“Non, so don’t waste your effort,” I say, waving him away.
“After getting a good whiff,” he continues, ignoring my dismissal while running his fingers along my skin in an intoxicating sweep.
“Soldierrrr,” I draw out as a pulse begins to beat between my legs.
Ignoring me, his eyes light fire, captivating me as he easily tugs my pants and panties down before tossing them and leaving me half-naked on the counter.
“Tyler—”
“And with a nose full of you, I’d go home,” he confesses, palming my knees apart before standing between them.
“And then what?” I whisper, my voice coated with my building arousal. The look in his rich brown eyes enough to set me alight as I trace the path of the tongue he drags along his full bottom lip. Just the sight of him, the stroke of his fingers, and the path of his tongue has me becoming acutely aware of everything else. His strategy for that intentional and never failing. It’s the added look of him in his T-shirt and jeans, the curve of his biceps, and the fresh, mixed scents wafting from him that start to undo me.
“Then I’d take my cock in my hand . . . and fuck my fist,” he murmurs, gently running his fingers up my thighs as he dips and places a kiss in the divot of my throat. “Thinking about this”—he kisses the divot again—“and this.” He licks along the column of it as I tangle my fingers in his damp hair.
“You are going to be late,” I remind him, my protest pathetic.
“Give me some more of that cream,” he orders, and I do, taking a dollop onto my finger and playfully dotting his nose with it. He cuts his eyes at me as I laugh, and a second later, I’m flattened against the counter as he runs his cream-covered nose through my center.
“Soldier, I can’t take this anymore,” I utter. “I can’t. Okay? I surrender, and since I’ve learned that means nothing to you, just take out your gun and shoot me.”
A chuckle erupts as I glare down at him where he hovers above my bare pussy.
“Days and days of fingers and tongues,” I release through a groan, “nothing but fingers and tongues and—ah,” I cry as he flattens his tongue on my clit before flicking it rapidly. I’m already battered into submission when he pulls away.
“Don’t like my tongue?” he prompts, and I tighten my fingers in his hair before gently clawing his scalp. Keeping my gaze, he begins to leisurely lick me. At this point, I know better than to look away because the second I do, he stops.
“Soldier, please,” I whimper as he brings me close, only to pull away, thrusting a finger inside me before expertly teasing me with it.
“Please, what?”
“Do whatever is in your eyes.”
“I am.” He adds another finger and begins to pump them into me. “So fucking tight.”
Bending over me, he feeds me his tongue first, his kiss a mix of lemon, my own taste, and mint from his toothbrush. Grappling with the strength of his kiss, I clutch and claw as he seduces me with his wicked mouth. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers directly into my ear, “you’re so wet.”
“Please . . . can do just, ah,” I climb as his fingers hasten, “do a little,” I whisper as he deposits wet kisses along my neck.
“Just a little what?”
“A little,” I whisper.
“You mean, just the tip?” He chuckles.
“Why is that so fucking funny?” I growl.
“Oof, baby, someone is getting frustrated.”
“I’m not,” I lie.
“Liar.”
“We could fuck a little. Just a little,” I say. “You love stretching my mouth.” I drop my eyes suggestively.
His eyes narrow, and I hold my victorious smirk, having discovered his weakness early in our game with the way he constantly traces my lips.
“Brutal,” he utters, onto my ploy, “but I promise you, you’ll be the one who can’t handle just a little.”
“We will see,” I challenge, unfastening his jeans before unveiling and gripping his gorgeous, thick dick. As I do this, he keeps his lust-filled gaze on me as I pump him vigorously in my hand, the way he likes it. In turn, he pulls me to the edge of the counter, which conveniently matches his height. Taking a dollop of cream, he lowers my thin sweater and covers both my nipples, sucking it off noisily before pulling himself free of my hand.
“Just a little. No hands or tongue,” I order.
“Hmm.” He considers this and nods. “All right.”
Gripping his massive erection, he slowly runs his thumb around the engorged, mouthwatering head as I watch on, entranced.
“Sure?” He drawls as I lick my lips and nod. In turn, he dips, tracing a path with the tip of his tongue along both my lips while running his head through my center. Drawing himself up, he massages my pulsing clit with it. I instantly begin to gyrate, and he stills me.
“Easy, baby.” Cradling me with his arm, he begins to push, and we drop our gazes to where we connect. A moan rips from me as he pulls out, drawing his tip up to massage my clit with it once more. He alternates this pattern for long seconds as I grip and claw, my agitation and thirst growing unbearable.
“Tyler,” I whimper, the pulse now a pounding between my thighs. “This can’t last.”
“Oh, but it can,” he assures, a wicked smile curving his lips. “This can last all day.”
“Soldier,” I moan, seeing his restraint in the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders as his eyes hood. He pushes in again, dropping his gaze before he starts to fuck me with just the tip of his cock.
“Ah,” I whimper, thrusting my hips forward, his firm grip keeping me from gaining any more of him.
“Still want only this?” he taunts, thrusting in and out, in and out, as my body draws up with need.
Within seconds, I’m climbing but without enough friction—without enough of him. When my impatience gets the best of me, I angle my hips and buck, managing to gain an inch more. Though we both groan at the feel of it, he pulls away.
“Tyler,” I snap. “Enough. Just fuck me.”
“Just fuck you,” he repeats, circling his head at my aching entrance, seemingly lost in the act, raw desire coating his voice. “There’s no just fucking you, baby. Never has been . . . Jesus, just being able to fucking touch you after all these years is enough for me,” he whispers in admission. “Especially when I think of how many times I denied myself. Fingers itching at my sides, my chest on fire with what I felt for you.” His confessions have me soaking in the love in his eyes, his every word.
“So many times I would look over at you, get lost in the look of you. Praying for the look in your eyes now. Back then, I would have given anything, fucking anything, just to touch you the way I am now.” Lifting my shirt, he runs his palms over the expanse of my stomach as he continually pumps his hips. The movement itself so sexy, the curve of his perfect ass slightly visible as he keeps his rhythm steady but measured. Maddeningly so. In and out. In and out. The ache for more increasing as he covers me in his fiery gaze, his molten touch, and his heated voice. Cupping a breast, he runs his thumb over my nipple reverently as he gently pumps his hips.
In and out.
In and out. But it’s the look and feel of him, his words, which covers me. As if he’s already inside me. Feeling worshipped, I gaze up at him, the words idling on the tip of my tongue as he speaks first.
“When I finally press into you again for the first time, it’ll be, will mean forever,” he murmurs as I start to climb. After licking his thumb, he presses it to my clit and begins to massage me in mesmerizing circles—
Tyler’s engine sounds, pulling me out of my daydream stupor where I clutch my empty watering can to my chest. In the next second, his truck appears as he flies down the gravel as if he might come straight through our house. Just after, he skids to a stop feet away from the porch. Within a heartbeat, our eyes bolt through his windshield. I swallow at the predatory look inside them before tossing my can and stalking toward him.
Heart pounding, his gaze tracks me as I circle his truck, desire from my reminiscent daydream fueling each step as he keeps his fire-filled brown eyes on mine.
Before I make it to him, he’s out of the truck and standing next to the open door. His eyes sweep my face and trail down to my peasant top and shorts. There’s a dangerous energy rolling from him, and though I can tell he’s in a . . . mood and not at all up for conversation, I speak first.
“Did you leave work? It’s the middle of the da—”
I don’t get another syllable out as he lifts me off my feet and turns us so I’m sitting next to the wheel of the truck, facing him.
In the next instant, he hooks his finger into my peasant top, lowering it to free a breast before inhaling it. My body shudders as he sucks as much of it as he can fit into his mouth. I clutch his head, gasping at the fast flicks of his tongue on my nipple as I speak. “Tyler, if Barrett comes—”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, lifting my lower half and ridding me of my shorts and panties in seconds. Eyes filled with hunger, and without any hesitation or restraint, he bends and sucks the whole of my pussy into his demanding mouth.
“Jesus!” I shriek, his pulls hard as he draws even more intensity to the pulsing between my thighs. The sensation is so overwhelming that I squirm against his mouth. “T-T-Tyler,” I stutter, “s-so strong, ah,” I gasp as the pain quickly starts to mix with pleasure as he feeds and feeds, alternating the thrust of his tongue inside with fast targeted licks to my clit. His predator’s gaze muting me as he keeps me captive with the blaze in his eyes and skilled mouth. The intention that lay behind his stare welcome even as a tinge of trepidation sneaks in.
It’s not fear but the sight of his loss of control. One he’s finally allowing now as he ravages my pussy, drawing on it again and again.
“Tyler,” I screech as he lowers and presses his tongue inside, thrusting as far as it will go. It’s then I go boneless, far too weak against the mixed sensations to fight a single one. It’s when he lifts, his wet lips hovering over my clit as he dips a finger in, that I slowly start to lose my mind. The look in his eyes, the desire and heat are like nothing I’ve ever seen, and as he starts to glide a skilled finger along my insides, my vision blurs.
“Look at me,” he demands, voice coarse, and I do. I watch as he continues to draw his finger in and out of me, my body swelling in reaction. Every part of me pulsing as he continues to target the same spot over and over. Over and over. Over and over.
“What are you . . . oh, God,” I moan as my abdomen begins to coil. “Tylerrrr,” I call as his eyes close briefly in relief as if it’s the very reason he’s here. Needing the release, I begin to buck my hips against his finger just as he removes it.
“What, no!” I protest as he cups the back of my head and lifts me to sit half-naked, running his tongue over my lips before drawing me into a ravenous kiss. I cling to him as he molds our mouths, thrusting my tongue against his just as hungrily as he dizzies me before pulling me away.
“Lay down,” he says, pushing me gently back onto his bench seat, “hands beneath your ass, baby, and lift your hips as much as you can,” he orders gruffly while unhooking his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Doing as I’m told, I gape at him as he stares down at me, a man on fire, before releasing his engorged cock. The sight of it in the bright light of day has me swallowing even while anticipation peaks.
“I won’t hurt you,” he assures as I keep my hands beneath my bare ass, tilting up for him as ordered. As if memorizing the moment, he sweeps my heaving chest, branding it with his eyes before briefly pausing on my exposed pussy.
“You’re a dream,” he utters before my begging commences. I surrender utterly, knowing he’s succeeded in every way to keep me under his wicked spell—to keep me wanton and full of desire. Every look, every touch, and every minute of the torturous days now marked with purpose as I realize just how ready my body is—physically and mentally. His preparations masterful. Calculated. Every molecule screaming for him as my lips utter my need.
“Now,” I order, unable to take another second as he pushes my blouse up to my chin so that he’s got an unobstructed view of my breasts. Stepping up on the metal rung hanging low beneath his truck door, he palms his dash with one hand and the top of his bench seat with the other. Eyes blazing down me, he rakes his lips in anticipation, his voice so rough, I barely recognize it when he speaks.
“I love you,” he whispers, lining the fat head of his cock against my entrance as he hisses through his teeth before angling his hips down and slowly driving some of his length into me. Though ready, my body instantly reacts, my pussy tightening around him. Cursing, he pulls out and drives back in a little further as my mouth falls open at the stretch. Sensation consumes me, and I whimper his name as he eases into me partway.
“Fuck,” he grunts as I shudder around him, tightening further as he pulls back, only to again drive in, going a little further each time. Angling his hips just so, he inches in again, feeding me his massive cock little by little. Barely shifting his hips, he purposefully drags his dick along my walls, precise, measured. The feel of it, of being so full of him, utter bliss.
Inside, I feel myself continually coiling at the pressure he’s creating until I’m gasping his name. It builds and builds through blinding pleasure as his brown eyes hold me, hold our surreal connection which feels less hum, more lightning. Powerfully zig-zagging between our connected bodies as he claims me feet away from our front door.
Body tingling from head to foot, just as I’m about to tip over, he drives in fully, grinding against the swell he’s caused. At the feel of it, I clamp down around him and explode in sensation. My body shuddering uncontrollably as the rush seizes me with such intensity, that I lose my fucking mind. Grappling for anything to hold onto, endless waves of pleasure course through me. As I peak, a scream rips from my throat, cracking as I release it before I hoarsely call his name. The whole of me continually convulsing due to the strength of the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Lost in the pulse happening throughout my entire body, still unfurling, my breaths erratic, I continue to come apart until the wave recedes, leaving me shaking in aftermath. It’s when Tyler pulls back—and I gain some small sense of reality—that I feel just how soaked I am where we’re still connected.
“Look at me, baby. Watch me fuck you,” he orders, his expression purely carnal as he rears back and thrusts in again and again.
And again.
And again.
Lost in a haze of disbelief, he brings me back to the point of combustion and pushes me over, drawing only a slightly less powerful release than the first until I’m a whimpering mess beneath him.
Seeming satisfied, he finally touches me. The added sensation of his hands has me losing any faculties I have remaining.
Threading our fingers together at the top of my thighs, he continues his relentless thrusts, his jaw going slack as his eyes soak every bit of it in, missing nothing.
As if triggered by the sight, he begins pumping more furiously into me, a growl ripping from his throat as he fucks me to within an inch of my life. I catch it the second he starts to succumb, his jaw tightening in the most delicious way. Eyes firing bright as he unleashes his sounds and pours into me, his chest straining beneath his T-shirt as he gasps and comes for long, intense seconds. His eyes remaining lit as he leans over and licks the tears from my face before collapsing on top of me.
Wrapping as much of myself around him, his labored breaths hit my bare chest as I drag my nails beneath his shirt, along his back, and all the rest of what heated skin I can reach.
I continue to shake beneath him as I try to make sense of what just happened, of how he knew how to fuck me in such a way.
When he finally lifts, his eyes sparkle with familiar warmth as he graces me with a dimple-popping grin. “So . . . I got your text.”
We both burst into laughter as the sheen of sweat covering me starts to cool. Cradling my face in his hands, slowly, so slowly, he takes my mouth in the most tender of kisses. This one emotionally infused and lasting blissful, freeing seconds. Though far more leashed and controlled, it’s no less perfect. When Tyler pulls away and stands, I lift from the seat to follow, and he shakes his head, gently palming my chest to keep me idle.
“No baby, stay here,” he murmurs, running his finger down my profile. “I’ll get something for us. Be right back.”
“Tyler, I’m a mess,” I protest with bulging eyes. “Your truck is a mess.”
“Good, and don’t you dare go shy on me. We’re about to do that again.” He grins as my cheeks heat. Standing at the door of his truck, covered in a sheen of sweat and looking lethally sexy, he imparts a devilish smile before his declaration. “All fucking night.”
“Tyler,” I whisper, my chest still pumping as I try to gather what wits remain. “What did you just do?”
Dipping, he kisses me until I’m breathless and pulls away. “I just fucked the woman I’ve been obsessing over for many years and made her come all over my cock.”
“So dirty,” I whisper.
“You don’t know the half of it,” he assures before his warning. “Prepare yourself, that’s not even a quarter of how fucking filthy it’s about to get.”
He pauses when he reads my expression.
“Baby, if you tell me you didn’t like that, I’m going to have to call bullshit.”
“Of course I liked it, I loved it, it’s just . . .”
“Shit.” He frowns. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, you’re . . . you are really good at it,” I widen my eyes.
“And that’s a bad thing?”
I shake my head. “No, not bad.”
He tips my chin, forcing my dropped gaze back to his before he sighs. “We can talk about it,” he relays in response to my unspoken question, “but if we have this conversation, I warn you, it will most likely put me in a state you don’t want me in.”
“I’ve only had two men, you included,” I say, hating my tone.
“Even knowing that,” he expels with added edge, “I’m just as jealous of anyone who’s ever touched you before me, Delphine, and took some sick satisfaction in ending his life for it.” He shakes his head and curses, “I can’t believe I just fucking admitted that, Jesus.” He tosses his head back, closing his eyes, and I reach up and palm his jaw.
“Don’t hide this from me,” I command. “I will never fear you or whatever dark thoughts you have.”
He opens his eyes and covers my comforting hand with his own before lowering them and lacing our fingers together.
“I’m glad for that, and I might joke around at times, but I know you don’t like this about me. It’s not something that will likely change. Not when it comes to you. So, I’d rather we not open this door. I’ve never been in love with any woman but you. I’ve never been in a real relationship with anyone but you. So, can we just not go there? At least not today?”
His eyes fill with warmth and easily recognizable devotion as he pulls me closer. “Right now, all I want to do is take my woman to our pond and fuck and make love to her until it’s time to watch the sunset.”
“Oui, yes, take me,” I whisper. “Take me, Soldier.”
Endless hours of his delivered promises later, we huddle together under a blanket just as the sun dips below the hills. Chest alight, body humming, I turn to my soldier with watering eyes. “Today is the best day of my life, Soldier.”
He gazes back at me, his eyes filled with love and promise, his tone one of confidence. “No it’s not, General, I promise you, it’s not.”
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