Page 115 of Severed Heart
“Please ... s-stop,” she begs, and I instantly do. I withdraw my hand, and she goes limp in my arms.
“I’m sorry,” I rasp out roughly, my heart speaking for me as the rest of me makes the decision that I can’t care what her answer is. Lifting her to stand, I tip her chin up to bring her reinforced steel eyes to mine. “I don’t deserve this. I’ve been nothing but good to you. Please, Delphine,” my stretched, bleeding heart asks, begs her, “tell me. Did you fuck him?”
When she doesn’t answer, I gently push her away from me before stalking toward the bathroom door and stopping.
“I only lied about one thing tonight,” I say, glancing back at her as I bat the burning tear from my jaw. “If you meant to hurt me, well played. I’m bleeding freely, and for you, I will continue to as much as you need me to. I’ll take everything you have to throw at me. Everything. I’ll eat their sins, I’ll bathe in their wrongs, I’ll pay for the way they hurt you. I’ll take it all—for you. I’ll take it all just for the chance to be with you.”
Even if I can forgive her, I can’t move forward with anything I want to give her tonight, the searing in my chest too raw. As I clear the door, she answers. It’s faint, but I hear her soft whisper. “Non.”
I keep idle, my back still to her as breaths start to come easier for the first time since I pulled up. This woman will be the end of me. She already fucking is. I’ve been patient because I’ve had no choice. I turn to face her, my eyes roaming over her dripping body. So goddamn beautiful and so dangerous. Need sieges me, but I go for words over actions.
“Tell me you’ll wait.”
“Non,” she says, clutching a towel to her chest.
“Give mesomething.”
“It would be a mistake.”
“I wholeheartedly disagree, but since you’re so good and apologetic about making those, make one with me, and I’ll prove you otherwise.”
“Tyler,” she whispers. The curl of my name on her tongue has me snatching the towel and tossing it before yanking her flush to me and staring down at her with everything I feel.
A second later, we’re locked in an explosive kiss, tongues dueling as she greedily kisses me back. Palming her bare ass, I lift her from the floor, her feet dangling. She cradles my head in her arms, fingers digging into my hair as she furiously sucks my tongue. I feed just as greedily, not letting up as needy, urgent moans rumble her throat. Only then do I deposit her on the carpet in front of her mattress.
Taking a step away, I fist my hands at my sides as the last of my control threatens to buckle.
“Get on the bed, spread your legs, leave your hands on your thighs, and don’t take your eyes off mine.”
Chapter Thirty
TYLER
“GET ON THEbed, spread your legs, leave your hands on your thighs, and don’t take your eyes off mine.”
Her eyes flare with a mix of defiance and heat as I let her see my intent.
“Get on the bed, Delphine, or tell me to leave. I can’t last much longer.”
She bites her lip, her frailty where it always is, just beneath the surface of her hostility. Stepping back, I heel off my sneakers, fisting my shirt and tossing it on the floor. As I unbuckle my belt to loosen my raging cock from its confines, her desire-filled gaze rolls over me in a thorough sweep. It’s everything I’ve been begging life for for nearly two years, and I rejoice in the sight of it as I push off my jeans, leaving my boxers on.
Silver eyes blazing, she slowly lowers herself to the bed, propping herself on her elbow while holding my gaze. The air thickens with our humming connection as I dip into my boxers and strangle my raging cock to keep what control I have left in check.
She adjusts back on the mattress, lifting her closed legs at the knees before slowly, so slowly, spreading herself for me. She rests her shaking hands on her thighs as I follow the droplets of water dripping down her skin and allow my thirst to grow unbearably as I take in the sight of her.
Naked, open, willing, and submissive, the look in her eyes is filled with a mix of lust and permission.
I may just fucking die right now.
“Don’t move,” I order as I commit the breathing fantasy lying beneath me to memory. Everything about her is perfection—every single inch.
Eyes greedily roaming, I take in her drawn rose nipples, toned stomach and lower them to her glistening pussy, which is still swollen from my touch. I stalk to the end of the bed and reach over, slowly pulling her ass down to rest at the edge of it. Mirror-colored eyes remain fixed on mine as I take both knees before pulling her straight to my mouth.
Her back arches instantly, a cry leaving her lips as I suck the whole of her pussy feverishly. The sound both obnoxious and intoxicating as I eagerly taste before spearing her apart with my fingers and tongue.
Her musky flavor serves as a lightning rod straight to my cock. A cock currently weeping with joy while raging with the buildup of daydreams and fantasies concocted on my nightly runs. Every single fantasy, every lingering look, all leading to this moment.
Eyes locked, I lick her with precision as her raspy moans fill the room, and she begins to shake under my explorative tongue. Too soon, way too soon, she clamps her thighs around my head and bucks. Determined to draw it out, I pull away, commanding control while slowing my movements. I left her starving days ago, and it’s evident in the way she’s responding now.
