Page 56 of Sypher

I just stood there, drinking him in after all this time, almost like I was seeing him for the first time. It had been exactly three months since I last saw him and broke his heart. In that time, his physical appearance changed drastically. Everything about him seemed more, from the severe glint in his eyes to the ripped,corded muscles that traversed his body. No longer the young carefree man I once remembered. Now stood a determined man with a strong powerful presence that damn near robbed me of the very air in my lungs.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out.

He sneered, his voice low and harsh, “Why are you sorry?”

“For being an asshole to you.”

“You were a bit more than an asshole,” he snarked.

I agreed. “Yes.”

“Why are you here?” he brusquely asked, his biceps tensing within the thin black shirt he wore, his jeans slung low on his hips. His hair remained uncombed in a tangled mess that I longed to sink my fingers into. I gave myself a little shake to break my trance-like stare at the veins that receded from sight under his shirt.

“You know why I’m here,” I conceded immediately, refusing to move while he slowly stalked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine as a tendril of fear raced down my spine. The man walking toward me wasn’t the man I remembered.

Before me lurked a predator, and I was his prey.

“You know what I find funny?” He stepped in front of me, his voice demanding. I stumbled backward, my spine hitting the cold, unforgiving wall.

Gulping, I swallowed roughly.

“Most people who claim to care about someone give them a chance to explain.”

He advanced on me again, each step a menacing threat, making me feel increasingly uneasy and apprehensive about his next move.

I felt my heart speed up.

“Not you, though,” he continued, his intense green eyes seeming to penetrate right through to my very soul. “You only cared about your own hurt. Not the hurt you caused. Youcouldn’t look past the smoke to see the flames, and you left me to fucking burn.”

His chest was nearly touching mine. My head swam, the air thick and heavy, and I had to remember to breathe. Each inhale a struggle as I watched a wicked smile twist his lips while he searched my face, his expression a mix of amusement and something darker. “And now you want my help.”

My silence was met with immediate aggression when he forcefully pinned me against the wall, his hands clamping down on either side of my head, trapping me. His chest pressed against mine so tightly that I was certain he could feel the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat pounding beneath my sweater. In a calculated move, he leaned forward and brushed his nose gently against mine.

“Say it,” he growled.

I gasped as the words tumbled out. “I need you.”

Any further words died unspoken when his lips crushed down on mine—a hungry, passionate kiss that left me breathless and reeling. The feeling was so intense and pervasive that it felt like my very being was consumed by flames, like I was literally ablaze. The searing heat of his lips ignited mine, prompting an involuntary parting of my lips as his tongue boldly and eagerly sought entry. I shifted closer, rolling my hips to grind against his, the feel of my erection unmistakable. My fingers traced the taut lines of his back muscles, the heat of his skin radiating through his shirt as his biceps strained beneath my fingertips, his cock growing rigid.

His withdrawal left me breathless, a sob catching in my throat as tears threatened to spill.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice deeper than I had ever heard before.

I reacted instinctively, dropping to my knees without a moment’s hesitation, the cold hardness of the concrete floorsending a sharp, painful shock through me, making me wince. He pressed close, his cologne sharp and musky, assaulting my senses as my eyes leveled with the obvious protrusion in his pants.

I wrestled with the urge to raise my arms, forcing them to stay down. My gaze locked on his, anticipating his next order.

“Very obedient.” His tone was harsh and severe as he grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

I let out a small whimper, overwhelmed by the unexpectedly large expanse of flesh that he revealed. I longed to lick every inch of his chest.

With a demanding tone, he reached out, his fingers trailing lazily through my hair, the gesture both intimate and threatening. “Take my cock out.”

Without hesitation, I quickly undid his belt and had his jeans open in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t resist the urge to briefly press my nose against his clothed groin. His scent filled my nostrils—a potent blend of sweat, a hint of his woodsy cologne and that uniquely musky odor that was distinctly Danny.

My mouth watered.

He growled, and I quickly pulled out his cock. God, his cock was gorgeous. Long, thick and robustly hard. I wanted to worship the length. Lick every inch of his glorious cock while he fucked my face until I cried.

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