Page 86 of Severed Heart (The Ravenhood Legacy #2)
Chapter Forty-Five
D ELPHINE
T YLER’S LIPS CAPTURE mine in a kiss that steals my breath while setting my soul alight.
Moaning my relief into his perfectly parted lips, I instantly open with the demanding swipe of his tongue.
Inhaling his exhales, he thrusts it into my mouth.
Years of excruciating longing and emotion meld together with every languid swipe as our flames reunite.
Lost in the sensation, his consuming kiss frees me to roam, and I thrust my fingers into his hair just as he turns me on my back without losing any of our connection.
The transition is so smooth that I only realize I’m wrapped around him when he pulls away.
Our eyes lock as we wordlessly gaze at one another for several long seconds before his declaration hits my parted lips.
“This is it, Delphine, there’s no going back,” he declares with certainty. “There’s no going back .”
“Soldier, I don’t ever want to,” I affirm, taking his mouth more forcefully and sinking easily into the most erotic, most beautiful kiss of my life.
Just after, emotion takes hold as elated tears glide down my temples.
Pained exhales leave us both as we erase the years between us as he delves again and again.
My return kiss is fueled with all I feel as I free myself to map every inch of his muscled skin, soaking it up with my fingers while worshipping with my palms as we feed incessantly.
His touch is just as fevered as if we’ve both been starving all this time—the intensity of each kiss eradicating what space remains.
When he finally pulls away, we continue to share breath, our lips so close, our eyes bolted.
“Tyler,” I whisper as I stare straight into the molten desire and warmth that I’ve been begging God to restore.
Though his room is dark, I can easily see it everywhere in his expression as I palm his jaw.
“Soldier, God, how I’ve missed this look,” I whisper.
“How I prayed for it—prayed for you . Je suis désolé,” I’m sorry , “ please , forgive me. I was such a fool.”
“Shh, not tonight.” He shakes his head, negating all possibilities for arguments of the past as he recaptures my mouth.
This kiss turning far more carnal as I start to squirm beneath him, pressing myself against him more urgently.
Gripping my hair, he gently pulls, exposing my throat before covering it in tongued-filled kisses.
“Plus s’il vous plait,” more please , I cry out, my entire body drawing as I lower my hand toward his briefs. Just as I near the waistband, he stops it, pulling my hand between our flush bodies to run his lips along my fingers.
“We,” he exhales, halting all movement. “And ... I can’t fucking believe I’m saying this, but we can’t go there tonight.”
“It’s only a suggestion to wait twenty-four hours after wax,” I sigh, “now I wish I had not”—my neck heats—“I was not expecting this .”
“Fucking hell,” he groans, dropping his forehead between my breasts as he laces our fingers together, pinning them next to my head.
“You’re making things a lot worse,” he whispers, his voice filled with desire.
“But that’s not the type of wait I’m talking about.
It’s just too soon to tax your body this way, and you know it.
You’re still struggling with fatigue day to day.
And fair warning, if I so much as glimpse your freshly waxed pussy tonight, we’re both going to die . ”
I can’t help laughing. “But I 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 over three thousand days since I’ve fucked you, made love to you, and I can and will wait 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 the hell you’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 not once tried 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 with carcinogens and considered toxic , so there’s your first assassination attempt.”
“What?” I gawk at him. “Merde,” shit . I bulge my eyes. “Soldier, I had no 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 of had to be after 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 who can easily bide his 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 wait as long as 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, hoped to hear words like that come from your lips.”
“You already won this battle so long ago. It was me who 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 to need to 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 of flesh .”
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 now it’s my turn to get you into 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 let me touch you , Soldier. Let me make you come.”
“Jesus, this is”—he shakes his head bewildered—“I never thought ... I never thought this day would 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 win that 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.”
“This isn’t a game for me.” I shudder beneath him. “I need to feel you.”
“It’s never been a game for me,” he counters so seriously that we both stop moving. “ I love you. There’s no game inside that truth, I promise, but there is foreplay.” His dimple pops, and I groan at the sight. “And at that, General, I excel. ”