Page 91 of Severed Heart (The Ravenhood Legacy #2)

His eyes narrow, and I hold my victorious smirk, having discovered his weakness early in our game with the way he constantly traces my lips.

“Brutal,” he utters, onto my ploy, “but I promise you, you’ll be the one who can’t handle just a little.”

“We will see,” I challenge, unfastening his jeans before unveiling and gripping his gorgeous, thick dick.

As I do this, he keeps his lust-filled gaze on me as I pump him vigorously in my hand, the way he likes it.

In turn, he pulls me to the edge of the counter, which conveniently matches his height.

Taking a dollop of cream, he lowers my thin sweater and covers both my nipples, sucking it off noisily before pulling himself free of my hand.

“Just a little. No hands or tongue,” I order.

“Hmm.” He considers this and nods. “All right.”

Gripping his massive erection, he slowly runs his thumb around the engorged, mouthwatering head as I watch on, entranced.

“Sure?” He drawls as I lick my lips and nod. In turn, he dips, tracing a path with the tip of his tongue along both my lips while running his head through my center. Drawing himself up, he massages my pulsing clit with it. I instantly begin to gyrate, and he stills me.

“Easy, baby.” Cradling me with his arm, he begins to push, and we drop our gazes to where we connect.

A moan rips from me as he pulls out, drawing his tip up to massage my clit with it once more.

He alternates this pattern for long seconds as I grip and claw, my agitation and thirst growing unbearable.

“Tyler,” I whimper, the pulse now a pounding between my thighs. “This can’t last.”

“Oh, but it can,” he assures, a wicked smile curving his lips. “This can last all day.”

“Soldier,” I moan, seeing his restraint in the corded muscles of his neck and shoulders as his eyes hood. He pushes in again, dropping his gaze before he starts to fuck me with just the tip of his cock.

“Ah,” I whimper, thrusting my hips forward, his firm grip keeping me from gaining any more of him.

“Still want only this?” he taunts, thrusting in and out, in and out, as my body draws up with need.

Within seconds, I’m climbing but without enough friction—without enough of him. When my impatience gets the best of me, I angle my hips and buck, managing to gain an inch more. Though we both groan at the feel of it, he pulls away.

“Tyler,” I snap. “Enough. Just fuck me.”

“Just fuck you,” he repeats, circling his head at my aching entrance, seemingly lost in the act, raw desire coating his voice.

“There’s no just fucking you, baby. Never has been.

.. Jesus, just being able to fucking touch you after all these years is enough for me,” he whispers in admission.

“Especially when I think of how many times I denied myself. Fingers itching at my sides, my chest on fire with what I felt for you.” His confessions have me soaking in the love in his eyes, his every word.

“So many times I would look over at you, get lost in the look of you. Praying for the look in your eyes now. Back then, I would have given anything, fucking anything, just to touch you the way I am now.” Lifting my shirt, he runs his palms over the expanse of my stomach as he continually pumps his hips.

The movement itself so sexy, the curve of his perfect ass slightly visible as he keeps his rhythm steady but measured.

Maddeningly so. In and out. In and out. The ache for more increasing as he covers me in his fiery gaze, his molten touch, and his heated voice.

Cupping a breast, he runs his thumb over my nipple reverently as he gently pumps his hips.

In and out.

In and out. But it’s the look and feel of him, his words, which covers me. As if he’s already inside me. Feeling worshipped, I gaze up at him, the words idling on the tip of my tongue as he speaks first.

“When I finally press into you again for the first time, it’ll be, will mean forever,” he murmurs as I start to climb. After licking his thumb, he presses it to my clit and begins to massage me in mesmerizing circles—

Tyler’s engine sounds, pulling me out of my daydream stupor where I clutch my empty watering can to my chest. In the next second, his truck appears as he flies down the gravel as if he might come straight through our house.

Just after, he skids to a stop feet away from the porch.

Within a heartbeat, our eyes bolt through his windshield.

I swallow at the predatory look inside them before tossing my can and stalking toward him.

Heart pounding, his gaze tracks me as I circle his truck, desire from my reminiscent daydream fueling each step as he keeps his fire-filled brown eyes on mine.

Before I make it to him, he’s out of the truck and standing next to the open door. His eyes sweep my face and trail down to my peasant top and shorts. There’s a dangerous energy rolling from him, and though I can tell he’s in a ... mood and not at all up for conversation, I speak first.

“Did you leave work? It’s the middle of the da—”

I don’t get another syllable out as he lifts me off my feet and turns us so I’m sitting next to the wheel of the truck, facing him.

In the next instant, he hooks his finger into my peasant top, lowering it to free a breast before inhaling it. My body shudders as he sucks as much of it as he can fit into his mouth. I clutch his head, gasping at the fast flicks of his tongue on my nipple as I speak. “Tyler, if Barrett comes—”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls, lifting my lower half and ridding me of my shorts and panties in seconds. Eyes filled with hunger, and without any hesitation or restraint, he bends and sucks the whole of my pussy into his demanding mouth.

“Jesus!” I shriek, his pulls hard as he draws even more intensity to the pulsing between my thighs.

The sensation is so overwhelming that I squirm against his mouth.

“T-T-Tyler,” I stutter, “s-so strong, ah,” I gasp as the pain quickly starts to mix with pleasure as he feeds and feeds, alternating the thrust of his tongue inside with fast targeted licks to my clit.

His predator’s gaze muting me as he keeps me captive with the blaze in his eyes and skilled mouth.

The intention that lay behind his stare welcome even as a tinge of trepidation sneaks in.

It’s not fear but the sight of his loss of control. One he’s finally allowing now as he ravages my pussy, drawing on it again and again.

“Tyler,” I screech as he lowers and presses his tongue inside, thrusting as far as it will go.

It’s then I go boneless, far too weak against the mixed sensations to fight a single one.

It’s when he lifts, his wet lips hovering over my clit as he dips a finger in, that I slowly start to lose my mind.

The look in his eyes, the desire and heat are like nothing I’ve ever seen, and as he starts to glide a skilled finger along my insides, my vision blurs.

“Look at me,” he demands, voice coarse, and I do. I watch as he continues to draw his finger in and out of me, my body swelling in reaction. Every part of me pulsing as he continues to target the same spot over and over. Over and over. Over and over.

“What are you ... oh, God,” I moan as my abdomen begins to coil. “Tylerrrr,” I call as his eyes close briefly in relief as if it’s the very reason he’s here. Needing the release, I begin to buck my hips against his finger just as he removes it.

“What , no ! ” I protest as he cups the back of my head and lifts me to sit half-naked, running his tongue over my lips before drawing me into a ravenous kiss. I cling to him as he molds our mouths, thrusting my tongue against his just as hungrily as he dizzies me before pulling me away.

“Lay down,” he says, pushing me gently back onto his bench seat, “hands beneath your ass, baby, and lift your hips as much as you can,” he orders gruffly while unhooking his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

Doing as I’m told, I gape at him as he stares down at me, a man on fire, before releasing his engorged cock.

The sight of it in the bright light of day has me swallowing even while anticipation peaks.

“I won’t hurt you,” he assures as I keep my hands beneath my bare ass, tilting up for him as ordered. As if memorizing the moment, he sweeps my heaving chest, branding it with his eyes before briefly pausing on my exposed pussy.

“You’re a dream,” he utters before my begging commences.

I surrender utterly, knowing he’s succeeded in every way to keep me under his wicked spell—to keep me wanton and full of desire.

Every look, every touch, and every minute of the torturous days now marked with purpose as I realize just how ready my body is—physically and mentally.

His preparations masterful. Calculated. Every molecule screaming for him as my lips utter my need.

“Now,” I order, unable to take another second as he pushes my blouse up to my chin so that he’s got an unobstructed view of my breasts.

Stepping up on the metal rung hanging low beneath his truck door, he palms his dash with one hand and the top of his bench seat with the other.

Eyes blazing down me, he rakes his lips in anticipation, his voice so rough, I barely recognize it when he speaks.

“I love you,” he whispers, lining the fat head of his cock against my entrance as he hisses through his teeth before angling his hips down and slowly driving some of his length into me.

Though ready, my body instantly reacts, my pussy tightening around him.

Cursing, he pulls out and drives back in a little further as my mouth falls open at the stretch.

Sensation consumes me, and I whimper his name as he eases into me partway.