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Severed Heart (Ravenhood Legacy Book 2)

Severed Heart: Chapter 30

“GET 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.
“Like that?” I grit out, dragging my tongue up her neck as I palm her thigh, driving deeper into her, knowing the force behind it is painful, but that I’ve primed her for this very purpose as I drag my cock along the spot I know will set her off. I feel it the second I do as she clamps down, her shrieks deafening as she explodes around me, tears of pleasure and pain rolling down her temples as I snatch them up greedily with my tongue. Her orgasm lasting as I pump my hips lightning fast to stoke the rest out of her. She comes for long, intense seconds as I watch her shake with the gravity of it.
“Oh, my God,” she whispers as her thighs continue to tremble, her body following suit. “T-Tyler, m-m-y G-God,” she repeats, her jaw involuntarily chattering with her stuttered whimper as she stares up at me in shock. Dipping, I draw her perfect lips into a slow kiss before uttering my warning.
“Hold onto me, baby,” I murmur, “it’s about to get a whole lot better.”
Readjusting, I begin pumping into her with deft precision, running my cock along her clit to wring out as much pleasure as possible. Proof of that as praise-filled murmurs pour from her lips. She cries out to me in surprise with every little death I give her, bringing her to the brink over and over her again, fucking her ruthlessly, mercilessly until I’m covered in sweat.
Even then, I continue to have my way with her. Rolling her onto her side and lifting her leg, I piston inside her, snatching another orgasm before gripping a fistful of her hair and riding her from behind. After claiming another orgasm, I continue to position her in half a dozen ways, leaving her coming in every single one until I’m certain I’ve pushed her into a different headspace. A headspace where only Tyler and Delphine exist and are all that matters. The feel of our two bodies connecting as our hearts sync up and beat together. Until we’ve got nothing but each other in the dark—it’s there, in that space, that I feel her with me. It’s in her every movement. In her eyes, in her raspy tone, in the way she continues to reach for me to bring me closer.
Giving into it, unable to last a second longer, I finally groan out my own release and milk it out by thrusting into her as I come, remaining inside her as I come down. When I do allow myself a breath of recovery, I root into her further before gently collapsing atop her. The fire in my heart stoked further as she pulls me tightly to her chest, wrapping her legs around me.
It’s unexplainable how she makes me feel, and I don’t care if I can’t ever put words to it as long as I can continue to feel it—with her. All of what’s left, of what her cruel life has made of her, I want for myself.
She runs her hands through my soaked hair for several silent seconds until I finally lift to gaze down at her. She stares right back at me, equally as unguarded, just as immersed in the feelings bouncing between our heaving chests. I wait her out, knowing she’s weighing the decision on whether or not to deny us. To break our connection and scurry away to nurse a bottle while condemning us both. As I mentally prepare for that, she pulls me flusher to her, our hearts syncing up. Pulling my head down, she starts to kiss me heatedly, and I deny her, lifting again to keep her gaze.
She lifts again, pressing her heaving breasts into my chest, an attempt at seduction, a way to sweep any emotion under the rug and call this sex. Sex is what I initially gave her. What I truly want comes next. If I was a praying man, I would beg God that she let me have it.
When her lips brush mine to claim a kiss, I deny her one last time, and her eyes flare in frustration.
“Tyler,” she draws out in aggravation.
“No,” I grit out, growing hard inside her. At the feel of me, she bucks her hips, and I pin her to the mattress with my weight, stilling her movement. Hovering above the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, known, or touched, the need to move inside her threatens to consume me as I bat it away in lieu of the one thing I want more.
“You gave me something. Tell me what you gave me.”
“You know,” she whispers, tentatively reaching up to palm my jaw.
“Tell me.”
“You are the only one. Since Alain.”
The only one.
The truth of that lights a fire in me that will never fade, never flicker out, and never fucking die. My eyes search hers, and I allow her to see the shift in them, the love I feel for her, giving her everything I just deprived her of. Everything I will continue to do if she opens a little further for me.
“I love you,” I repeat softly, not expecting a reply. I said it for me all three times because I know she won’t entertain it yet.
In reply, she grips my neck and slowly pulls me back down. Tentatively, she brushes my lips with hers, her kiss gentle, a painful, defeated noise in her throat as she releases herself to stake her claim. No longer asking but demanding my kiss in return, the emotion behind it undeniable. She wants the connection back, and that’s all I need to free us both.
Relieved, I bask in her surrender, all my restraint, all fight leaving me as I win the battle and shift to begin the long war. The war to fight with her as long as I have to so we can revisit this place whenever we need refuge. A comfort we discovered and found in each other. A home within one another. A safe place for us both. Inside and with her, I’ve forged a new threshold, forsaking all others. A true home. It’s only with her that I feel that place is again possible.
Dipping, I thrust that notion wordlessly into her with my tongue, with my lips. She kisses me back with just as much emotion behind it. Carnal desire thrust on the back burner, we slide our tongues against one another’s unhurried until we’re both utterly consumed by our emotional connection. The shift surreal as I’m forced to break away for breath. Rock hard inside her as she begins to writhe at the feel.
It’s only when she brings her unguarded eyes to mine, allowing me to see the emotion inside them, that I begin to slowly move, cradling her head with one hand, brushing her temple with my thumb while drawing one of her legs tightly around my waist. Keeping her thigh cradled in my palm, I roll my hips gently, stroking her sweetly, pouring all I feel into every slow thrust. Her breath leaves her in a whoosh against my lips as she begins to build. The panic in her eyes lighting fire to every part of me as I tell her what she means to me, solidifying the truth and speaking aloud of the refuge I found in her heart.
“J’ai besoin de toi . . . I need you . . . Vous êtes la porte d’entrée. You’re my front door. Tu es mon seul moyen de rentrer chez moi. You’re my only way home.”
She begins to caress my skin with her fingers, exploring my body with her hands. Wordlessly, she presses worshipful kisses to my biceps and my pecs, her hands never stopping, her whimpers, moans, and fast breaths fueling me along with the look in her eyes. Releasing every bit of discipline I held close, I let go, heart unguarded as I make love to her, but more so, she makes love to me.
When she pushes at my chest in silent demand, I roll instantly to my back, watching raptly as she lifts to position herself above me—noting the fire that’s now lit inside her as she sinks down on me. I soak in the look of her taking control as her demeanor shifts with the power she’s taking as she begins to buck against me, taking from me, even as her eyes give.
“Tyler,” she whispers, tears of freedom trailing down her cheeks as I grip the back of her neck and lift, soaking them up with my lips, reveling in their arrival. Knowing these are tears of relief. Healing tears. The good type of emotion driving them out of her as I grip her hips and pump into her gently while letting her control the pace.
It’s the best I’ve ever felt in my life watching the woman I love draw her power back from me.
Her gasps and whispered French fuel me to hold out as long as possible as she takes and takes until she’s utterly wrung out and clenching around me with a sweet release.
Only after she buckles against me do I flip her on her back, keeping her gaze as the rush takes me, filtering through my limbs as I pump into her, threading our fingers as I pour inside her.
Minutes later, hands tethered, a peace I’ve never known washes over me as I will the aftermath to last. Both of us mute, we lie for long minutes in a mess of sweaty, tangled limbs.
Elated at the feeling of having her so close but wanting her closer, I situate her so that she’s lying on top of me. Her exhaled breaths hit the divot in my neck as I trail my fingers along her spine. She strokes me back, nestled perfectly atop me as she tenderly runs an explorative palm over my chest and biceps, down my arms, and back up again, tightening her hold on me every few seconds as if to make sure I’m still with her.
“You’re beautiful too, Soldier. So beautiful,” she whispers low before pressing a kiss to my chest, just above where my heart lies.
It’s enough for now, maybe forever. She’s so terrified of love, of men, of the idea of coupling that even with her earned trust, access to her body, and what residence I know I have in her heart, it would be a miracle if the affection was ever voiced aloud. I make peace with never hearing her voice it, and never asking her to.
Once we’ve both recovered and knowing I’ve probably scared her with the multitude of declarations, I attempt to ease what fears I can. Lifting her chin, I see her eyes settled on mine.
“I know what love and trust have done to you in the past,” I whisper before kissing her forehead. “But in time, if you let me, I will prove it.” I kiss her nose and both of her cheeks. “That this is real for me, and my feelings for you will never change.”
My phone rumbles on the floor in my jeans as I curse the fucking timing, and she tenses in my arms, the unspoken reason evident.
“We are none of anyone’s fucking business, and we’re going to keep it that way until we decide otherwise,” I assure her without gauging her reaction as I gently ease away from her.
Turning on her side, hand beneath her pillow, she mutely watches me dress. I stare right back as her eyes start to lower before they finally flutter closed. By the time I’m lacing my sneakers, she’s asleep. Kneeling on the mattress, I bend and press one more kiss to her lips.
Already pulled under, she barely registers and returns my kiss. Feeling lighter than I have in years, I race home to shower and change. To ready myself for whatever battle I’m likely to face when she opens her eyes.
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