Page 108 of Severed Heart
“I haven’t even begun because you’ve refused to let me, so why don’t you hear me out before you turn me down.” I swallow. The need inside to convince her to believe me has every word coming out raw and unrehearsed, never truly thinking I’d get the chance to utter any of them.
“There will be no other women for me because there is no other woman meant for me. I’m certain there is no other woman alive who will hear these types of promises from me because you’re all I want.”
She pauses, her eyes glazing over as she shakes her head in disbelief.
“Wait for me, and I’ll give you any life you can dream up.”
“One kiss and you think you have some say in my future and expect me to stay faithful?” She harrumphs. “You must be joking.”
“Look at me,” I snap. She does, her eyes searching, forever searching.
“Jesus, how you’re fucking tap dancing right now.” I hold her gaze. “We both know this isn’t just about the kiss, and this”—I gesture between us—“runs far deeper than physical. Trust me with your heart, trust me with that much. When I get back—”
“Non,” she clips. “I won’t entertain this,you, another second. You’re a boy, and I’m—”
“Call me aboyone. More. Fucking. Time,” I grit out in warning as irritation attempts to take the reins, but it’s my heart that grips it before firmly pressing it back under. “We both know I’m more of a man than any other fucking sorry excuse you’ve dragged into this house the last few years. And I only saya fewbecause that’s how long I’ve been paying attention. Since the first time I truly saw you for who you really are, not what you hide behind or your cruelty and attention-seeking tantrums.”
Her body tenses with the insult as I press in.
“You were right. There is a side to me that exists that most don’t and won’t see.” I rake my lower lip as her eyes flare in surprise. “One I’ve been biding my time to introduce you to, but onlyifyou finally saw me for the man I am. And you did, you have, maybe for longer than you’re admitting to yourself, but it happened.”
“Tyler,” she counters, as if reasoning with me, “youare a boy—”
Within a heartbeat, I’ve got her plastered to the side of the house, facing the brick. “I warned you,” I hiss, holding her in position with one palm while running the other along her smooth stomach as I dip to deliver another. “Mask off,Delphine.”
Rain ticks loudly on the overhang above us as I wrap her hair in my fist, gently pulling it to the side while I bite into her shoulder. Her answering moan spurs me on as I inhale her scent, flirting the pads of my fingers along the top of her shorts to make my intent known.
“Une si belle femme.”So beautiful.
Heart sputtering wildly as she sags against me, I force myself to further test the waters, unbuttoning her shorts and pausing to give her another chance to object. Her answering whimper has me sliding my palm into her shorts, my fingertips gliding into the silky top of her underwear and straight through her soaked slit. I don’t bother to hold my groan when I find her drenched and needy. Fast pants start to leave her as she arches her back, sliding her arm up to hook my neck while gripping my hair. To pull mecloser.
Closer.
Permission.
Every single cell in my body ignites, white-hot fire roaring in my chest as I fight my instincts to go feral and devour her. Whispering my lips against the curve of her neck, I bide my time, calming myself to the point I can effectively speak.
“Every day,” I relay roughly, rimming her pussy before thrusting a finger into her. She buckles against me as I keep her upright. “For fucking years.” I bring the slick pad up to her clit, whispering it in tease before driving it back into her. “I’ve imagined touching you like this.” I bite into her shoulder a second time as she arches further against me in offering. “Kissing you.” I flick my tongue along the shell of her ear, palming her mouth to muffle her escalating moans to ensure she hears me. “Fucking you, making you come. Just the thought of stretching your pussy with my cock is enough to get me off.” Her moan vibrates my palm as she bucks her hips, and I massage her with my fingertips before plunging back into her insanely tight, wet heat.
“The idea ofuscoming together this way.” Lust coats every word of my admissions as she soaks my fingers, sinking against me, gasping against my palm. “It’s everything.Youare all I want.”
Freedom zings through me as I start to kiss her neck, running my fingers back and forth, bringing her close until I know she’s agitated. Until her hips start to frantically buck for more friction. As I pull my palm away, unchecked, choppy moans begin to leave her as I escalate the workings of my fingers. Purposely stirring her up as my cock strains in my jeans, begging for some relief, for her. Denying us both but satisfied as she continues to writhe against me, I pull my soaked fingers out of her, cutting off her protest by pushing them through her parted lips.
“Aboycouldn’t get you this wet. You won’t be fantasizing about what thismanwould’ve done to you had you shut the hell up.”
Stiff in surprise, she hesitates a beat before closing her mouth around my fingers and sucking with abandon. I curse, eyes fluttering when she adds her tongue. The swirl of it around the tips of my fingers has my control slipping briefly as I run my raging cock along her back. As she starts to shake in want, I pull my fingers out of her mouth.
Slowly turning her against the brick, I command her eyes, willing her to face the man doing this to her. Chest heaving, eyes wide, pupils dilating with desire, she gapes up at me. Into the wildfire that I’m sure reflects in my eyes as I suck on my fingers to savor what’s left. Once I’ve taken my taste, I palm the brick beside her head and bend so we’re eye level.
“I don’t live like aboy, think, act, orfucklike a boy. So, it’s probably best that you brush up on that definition before you ever think about applying it to me again.”
Gripping her hip, I yank her bottom half flush to me, flipping up her tube top and exposing her breasts before running my calloused palm over them—stroking her pebbled nipple deftly before roaming to the other. With my open hand, I run back and forth between her perfect tits and peaked nipples, getting lost in the sight of her silken skin. In the look of her, submissive and wanton beneath my touch as her eyes hood into silver slits.
As close to naked as I can get her where we are, I put enough space between us to slide my hand into her shorts before flipping my wrist to thrust my fingers into her soaked pussy. Adding my thumb, I start to slowly massage her clit as she shakes under my touch.
“Ah, mon Dieu,” she cries out, her back arched against the brick, body drawn taut, arms dangling lifelessly at her sides. Keeping my fingers going, I dip and pull one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth, sucking feverishly before lapping at it with my tongue.
Gasping, she clutches my head to her chest as I slowly fuck her with my hand, biting lightly at her nipple before soothing it with both lips. I work her just enough to keep her on edge and wanting. Enough to keep her focused on my touch but aching for more. Aching forme.
