Chapter Fifty-Nine Larissa
Chapter Fifty-Nine
LARISSA
OUR CHESTS PUMP as his eyes begin to blaze with familiar fire. Lips hovering, his gorgeous features twist with restraint as he speaks. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper as he grips my throat, fingers digging in slightly, his scent enveloping me as my core starts to throb.
“I’m not taking you until you release me,” he declares before pulling back. “All of you.” He presses in with his demand.
“I’m yours,” I croak just as weakly, knowing it’s the reason for his hesitation as he glides shaking palms over me—before stopping them at my hips. Covering them with my own, I push them up to reveal some of the negligée beneath. “All of me.”
“Not yet, you aren’t, and Jesus Christ, you’re fighting dirty already,” he growls as he begins to press worshipful kisses against my neck, massaging my breast through the fabric.
Stroking my nipple with a deft thumb as his other hand glides up the skin of my thigh.
His expression molten as he moves the barely there material to the side to find me soaked.
Licking along my lips, he slowly tucks a lone finger into me.
It’s when I cry out his name and his eyes flutter closed that I feel his restraint start to snap.
Kneeling, he lifts my dress up to my breasts, palming my stomach reverently.
He pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, trailing his tongue from my knee to the inside of my thigh as I sink against the door.
His heated eyes filled with love and longing, even as a sinister grin flirts on his lips, he places my hands on his shoulders.
“You’re going to want to hold on,” he warns a second before he snatches the flimsy material away with a finger and drives his tongue straight into me.
My legs immediately begin to shake as I claw at his shoulders while he furiously devours my pussy.
Eyes arresting, he palms my stomach to press me against the door before tilting his head back enough for me to view the workings of his tongue.
The look of it starts an instant tightening in my core as he keeps the carnal eye lock.
But it’s the feel of him after so many painful months apart that sends my desperate need ramping as my eyes start to sting.
“You,” he murmurs, continuing to feast, “are all I fucking want,” he declares hoarsely in an attempt to soothe the sting he sees. Thrusting his fingers in and out, he flicks them along my G with every stroke, his palm keeping me upright when I damn near tip forward.
“Every inch of you, baby,” he coaxes gently even as he continues his filthy workings, “is mine, mine to touch, mine to fuck.” Lick, lick, lick.
His groans vibrate against my clit as the pull starts to take over while he thrusts his fingers into me more forcefully.
“Mine to worship, mine to tease, mine to love, because I do love you,” he rasps out hoarsely.
“And I can’t love you the way I need to with the fear still in your eyes, but I have to make you mine again,” he finishes as he pulls on my clit, his fingers beckoning as I topple over.
The orgasm overpowering as he keeps me standing, braced with his strength and mouth as it rolls through me like a tsunami.
Lapping at me with the flat of his tongue as I come apart against it, he stokes my release.
Soothing me with murmurs until his eyes recapture mine.
My need for him nowhere near satiated, I keep my grip on his shoulders, fisting the material into my hands with my order.
“Then fucking do it, Marine,” I command more forcefully, and he stills as recognition flickers.
Seeing signs of the girl he faced off with in the woods, he slowly stands, taking my dress with him.
Lifting it over my head and baring me, eyes glittering over me as he lifts me to wrap around him, feasting as he slowly walks us down the steps.
His mouth ravaging mine with a branding kiss the second we safely reach the landing.
Feeding me his tongue again and again until my own is coated in my taste.
The crash of the dishes falling to the floor barely registering before he gently lays me on the table, spreading me before him.
Thumb massaging my clit as possession takes over, dominance filling his eyes until he looks every bit the man who made me crave him.
His eyes blaze a trail down my body, and his mouth follows as he covers every inch of skin—from my neck, down each of my legs, to my calves and the top of each foot, and back up again—until I’m a writhing mess.
My skin on fire, lust sieges me by the time he finally reaches my mouth.
My hands blurring as I claw at his sweater, desperate for the feel of him, while he feeds me his tongue.
Delving into every corner, owning my kiss, my mouth.
Owning my next words as I rip my mouth away and look him right in the eyes.
“I’m yours.”
His light with satisfaction even as he demands more. “Again.”
“I’m yours,” I declare, and the sting in my eyes threatens as I push at his shirt and he fists it off.
The sight of his skin sends another surge as I map his chest, his rippling torso, greedy for more as I rip at the button of his jeans.
As he allows it, I grip his huge length in my hand, pumping it feverishly, running my finger over his wet tip.
His answering groan still rolling on his tongue as he claims my mouth again, hungry, until I’m overtaken and pull away with my demand.
“I love you, Tyler—please,” I croak as he stills and immediately pulls me into his lap, his eyes imploring.
“Promise me, Larissa, it’s the only one I’ll ever ask for.”
“Yours,” I declare before we seal it between our tongues in a mix of relief, longing, apology, and communion. Gripping my hips, he keeps my gaze while lining up the engorged head of his cock with my entrance.
“Now look into the eyes of the man you claimed the minute you walked into his life, and take what’s yours.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I slowly start to sink onto him as he shifts us both for the view. Palming the back of my neck with his hoarse demand. “Look at us.”
As he begins to fill me, the feelings bouncing between us intensify.
Taking over fully as he intertwines our fingers, lowering them to stroke and cinch us where we connect.
A pleasured sob bursting from my lips at the familiarity, at the permission flooding my chest. The freedom to love him taking over as the fear starts to leave me.
A shift he reads easily in my eyes as we fully connect.
“I love you,” he declares, gripping my face and pressing his forehead to mine, “so fucking much, Larissa. Tell me you believe me.”
“I feel it,” I croak as we frantically begin to kiss.
Every stroke of our tongues destroying the remainder of the barrier that separates us.
Freed, I dive into our space in search and find him waiting, before we begin our intrinsic dance.
Cries matching, hands blurring as he floods me with his waiting love.
His shake abating as I absorb the feel of it, the gravity of it sending me reeling.
Our movements growing more frantic with our need to get closer.
In seconds, I’m lying on my back as he wraps my fingers around the side of the table before gripping the top with both hands and thrusting into me.
My back arching as he curses and rears back again.
Grinding his cock against my clit with each thrust, swiveling his hips to bury himself deeper as his possessive eyes hold me hostage.
The table groaning beneath us as he brands me, again and again, until I’m a shaking, convulsing mess beneath him.
“Mine,” he declares with finality as he claims me fully, leaving no space between us.
A surge of emotion flooding his eyes, pouring directly into me as he pulses inside me.
Taking my mouth as our tears mix on our tongues, sealing our union.
Hearts pounding as I run my fingers through his sweat-slicked hair, my truth flowing effortlessly from my lips as the strength of what I know he feels for me chases the last of any doubt I had away.
“I’ve always been yours,” I admit a second before he reaches for me again.
Hours later, covered in the aftermath of intense lovemaking, Tyler carries me to my villa in his arms as the sun lights the grounds in a purple-red hue.
Shedding light on a new day, a new year, and the possibility of a new life.
Our focus on one another as he holds me protectively to him.
Love-drunk, covered in his bites, his branding, my skin tingles in aftermath as I run my fingers through the damp hair at the back of his neck.
But when he stops, mid-step, I follow his line of sight to see the courtyard looking like a deserted war zone.
Debris piled everywhere, smoke still billowing in sporadic clouds.
When his eyes lift back to mine, I know he’s thinking the same as I am, especially when he voices it.
“Mi arrendo a te, Larissa DiCicco.” I surrender to you, Larissa DiCicco, he murmurs effortlessly as he stalks us through the remnants of our war, marching us away from our last battlefield as both our white flags rise in blissful surrender.