Page 53 of Severed Heart (The Ravenhood Legacy #2)
Chapter Thirty
T YLER
“G ET ON THE bed, 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.
“Open for me,” I demand, and she instantly widens her legs further before I hook her knees on my shoulders. Lifting my pointer, I slowly push it in, rimming her pussy and taunting the fleshy pad just inside, and her hips buck in fast response. So fucking responsive. It’s too good. Too fucking good.
Palming her abdomen, I press down before sucking her clit into my mouth and thrusting my finger in to stimulate her G spot.
Pressing just past it, I move my finger with precision along the whole of her wall, priming her while flicking my tongue rapidly along her clit.
Her moans start to escalate, along with the heated sound of my name, as she begins to shake from the stimulation.
“Tyler,” she gasps in slight fear and question, unsure of the sensation happening inside her. In response, I hasten my finger, knowing I’ve got her close to where I want her while engulfed in a haze of pure lust.
“Mon Dieu,” she heaves out dramatically.
Too turned on to laugh, I continue to run my finger along her swelling wall, stimulating the entirety of it while hammering the tiny ball at the tip of her clit to maximize the build.
Thighs shaking, I palm her mouth just in time to muffle her scream against it as I summon the orgasm.
As it peaks, she bucks furiously, her body shuddering with the onslaught as she grips the sheets, completely unraveling.
I pull my finger from her just as she detonates, her clit spasming in strong waves against my tongue as she comes and comes, soaking her thighs and sheets until she goes limp.
Bending again, I resume my workings as she fights me briefly due to sensitivity as I adamantly lick her through another orgasm—targeting my finger in the places to stoke it along.
As I lift to watch her glow, I revel in the sheen of sweat covering her skin and the way it glistens in aftermath.
Chest pumping, her lips continually part in surprise as she stares up at me in wide-eyed wonder.
Likely because of the way I just manipulated her body with ease, more likely by the amount of pleasure I just summoned at will.
Inside, I revel in the fact that it’s just the beginning of the things I’m capable of making her feel physically.
I can see the questions in her eyes but shake my head as I push off my boxers, baring myself to her fully.
Her eyes widen further as she gauges my size, giving her a visual of why I’ve made fucking sure I’ve mastered the art of prep work.
Knowing I’ve readied her as much as I can, I secure her shaking legs around my hips. Palming the mattress next to her head, I give her one last chance to object as my eyes track every inch of her beautiful face.
She stares back up at me, her soaked onyx hair splayed over the mattress as my eyes glitter down on her. As surreal as this feels, it also feels natural—destined—and I can’t help saying as much.
“Nothing about this, us, is wrong,” I murmur as I line us up, running my tip along her slit as she tentatively raises her shaking hands and begins running them along my chest. Her silent touch permission enough.
Gripping my cock between us, I tease her opening with my head, dragging it up and down her soaked slit again and again until she widens her legs a little further for me, her eyes hooding. More permission.
Hell-bent on seizing her in one claiming thrust, I push in to do just that when I’m met by a strangling, unmistakable resistance that can only mean one thing.
In feeling it, I jerk back to look down at her and see her eyes shining with tears.
Her features pinch in pain even as she grips my shoulders, keeping me close to her.
“What the hell?” I whisper hoarsely as it dawns on me that she is, in fact, giving me something. Something substantial. Something she hasn’t trusted another man with in a very, very long time—access to her body.
“Don’t stop, Tyler, please,” she whispers, her hand roaming my chest, her eyes staring up at me in wonder and need.
“Are you hurt?” I rasp out hoarsely, tempted to pull out.
She shakes her head furiously as I gape at her, bewildered by the fact that I’d gotten it all wrong, so fucking wrong.
Feeling like a total bastard as that truth surrounds me, I force myself to move, too afraid of how that truth will alter me.
Elbows bent, I cradle her face as I gently push in, inch by inch, as her lips continually part.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry,” I whisper as she lets out a feral moan, scratching at my skin, blunting her nails down my arms and back as I stretch her until I finally manage to seat myself. The feel of it has us both gasping. It’s too good, too fucking perfect.
Especially when she locks her legs around me.
Gently fisting her hair, I pull it back to expose her throat, licking along it before whispering kisses along her neck and chest. I slowly thrust in and out, greedily feeding her every inch of my raging cock, easing in and out of her as gently as I can.
When her whimpers start to morph into drawn-out moans and her hands become more urgent, I finally close my eyes and allow myself to feel all of it.
After gently thrusting into her a few times, I open my eyes and lift to gaze down at her, refusing to let her take the opportunity away from me.
“I love you,” I declare before rearing back and burying myself inside her.
“I fucking love you,” I stamp out again with my thrust, refusing to let her ignore my declaration as my heart rings that truth for the first time in my life.
She stares up at me, mouth parted, watching me unravel internally as I physically start to lose myself in the connection, fucking her at a furious pace.
Claiming her body is just her wake-up call, but far from my goal.
I want all of it, and the fact that she feels so fucking perfect, that our connection amplifies the growing feelings between us, only cements what I’ve always known.
I’m hers, been hers, and it’s time she knows just how far I’ll go to make sure it’s the case for us both.
Opening her thighs further, moans pour from her as she slowly starts to meet my thrusts, calling out to me between pants.
It’s the sweetest victory I’ve ever known after tortuous months of battling myself. It’s when she reaches for me, wanting me closer, wanting my kiss, that I know I’ve cracked her just enough to snake some of the way in.
Though I press worshipful kisses along her skin, I deny her my mouth and any more tenderness.
Even with the power-rendering love I feel, I can feel our underlying darkness start to merge—the lock and key—and feed on it, thrusting into her deeply a few times.
Her eyes flare in recognition before she opens up to me further in permission.
It’s then I press past pleasure a little into pain.
Each depravity-filled thrust indicates this is just the beginning.
She shrieks out my name as she meets and accepts each one, and I exhale a breath of relief.
Of her acceptance of it, of our compatibility, as anticipation thrums through me.