Page 172 of Severed Heart
I can’t help laughing. “ButI 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 overthree thousand dayssince I’ve fucked you, made love to you, and I can andwillwait 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 thehellyou’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 notoncetried 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 withcarcinogensand consideredtoxic, so there’s yourfirstassassination attempt.”
“What?” I gawk at him. “Merde,”shit. I bulge my eyes. “Soldier, I hadno 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 ofhad to beafter 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 whocan easily bidehis 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 waitas longas 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,hopedto hear words like that come from your lips.”
“You already won this battle so long ago. It wasmewho 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 toneedto 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 offlesh.”
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 nowit’s my turntoget youinto 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 letme touch you, Soldier. Let memake youcome.”
“Jesus, this is”—he shakes his head bewildered—“I never thought ... I never thoughtthis daywould 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 winthat 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.”
