Chapter Sixty-Three
SUNNY
Anticipation beats with my heart. A built up, visceral need courses through my veins, centering between my legs as his hands diligently explore my body.
“I’ve imagined this moment in so many ways, so many times,” he says, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my sweats. “And now I’m going to make you live the fantasies that have consumed me.”
He peels them off and tosses them to the side.
“I’m going to devour you like my own personal feast.” He kisses up my bare legs, creating goosebumps in his wake as he falls to his knees. “And I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming my name.”
Then he’s on me.
His hands brace my hips as I roll with his tongue strokes repeatedly until I explode. My moans are practically screams, my hips buck as he continues to ride me with his mouth, enjoying every moment, tasting every bit of me.
He drinks me. Consumes me like a starved man. His tongue knows all the right places to explore as he goes back and forth between biting and sucking to tongue fucking me. Until I finally give way, panting, my legs shaking.
“This is only the beginning, Sunny. We have so much to make up for.” He starts placing kisses all over my body.
“And I’m going to erase him from your skin, replacing his touch with my own.
I’m going to make it where you forget all about him, and all you can think about is me.
He may have been your first, but I sure as fuck will be your last. ”
And I feel it. I do. I feel it as he presses his lips on my skin. Gently, he kisses the scar in the crook of my neck, taking away a pain I thought would never stop. And he replaces it with words as he traces it with his tongue across the tender skin. I love you.
He lifts me from the table, carrying me to my bed. With heavy breaths, he stands tall at the foot of the bed and looks down at me.
“This is it for me, Sunny. You are it for me,” he declares. “If we go here, and cross this line, I don’t think I can ever go back.”
“I know,” I whisper.
He grips the back of my neck, pressing his lips against mine again. My fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it off to reveal the canvas of scars across his body. With gentle fingers, I trace the lines that lace through his skin, admiring his beauty.
And he doesn’t stop me. Because it doesn’t hurt with me. He doesn’t hurt with me.
He pushes me down onto the bed and grabs my shirt, completely ripping it down the middle to expose my body. A smile quirks my mouth, because it’s just another item to add to the list of ruined clothes by him.
When I meet his eyes, the feral look doesn't do anything to scare me, but excite me.
My bare body is on display, and he takes a step back at the foot of the bed to witness it. “Oh Sunny,” he breathes, slowly shaking his head.
“Tyler,” I groan, the need for him becoming unbearable.
“What is it, Sunny darling?”
“I want you,” I moan.
His eyes turn savage at my pleads. “Say it again.”
“I need you.”
“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He tilts his head. “I want to savor this fucking moment. I want to savor you.”
My need takes over as I get on my knees, urgently fumbling with the waistband of his jeans. A devilish smile spreads his lips, curving the scar that slices through them. He toys with a curl in his finger while I struggle with his pants, growing my frustration.
A dark chuckle leaves his lips. “Lay down,” he commands.
I do as he says, impatiently watching him as he slowly peels his pants off. He starts at my feet, grabbing an ankle and pressing a delicate kiss to my skin. He works his way up, branding words into my skin. Mine. Mine. Mine.
I arch my back, the need becoming painful.
He smiles against my skin, and I swear I hear a soft chuckle.
He gives me a taste of what I want, what I need as he moves between my breasts.
One hand toys with a nipple while his tongue works the other.
It fuels the fire threatening inside me, igniting that small flame to an inferno of need.
“Tyler, please,” I beg again.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he whispers in my ear.
This was so long overdue. So long overdue.
He grabs my thighs, spreading me open like a book. A groan leaves his throat and he slowly presses himself at my entrance. A lingering question hangs in the air over us as his emeralds meet my eyes.
Do we use protection?
We won’t use a condom. Not for this. The primitive part of me has a visceral need for just him. I don’t want barriers between us.
Thank god for IUDs.
I give him a small nod. And with a whispered yes, finally, he pushes into me.
“Sunny,” he croaks as he pushes another inch. His body crumples over me, pressing his nose into my neck. “Fuck, Sunny.”
“More,” I whisper into his neck, despite the painful stretch of him inside me.
And he gives me exactly what I want. Sitting up on his knees, he grips my thighs and slowly pushes fully into me. A cry leaves my throat, but he grabs my face to watch the way he makes me come undone.
“Tyler,” I cry. “I don’t…I don’t know if I can…”
“Yes, you can Sunny. Your body was made for mine. Open up for me.” He slaps my thigh.
It hurts. It hurts so fucking good. The undeniable pull between us settles and sings all at once.
Grateful that the resistance is no longer present, amplified by this moment between us. Fire and darkness wrapped together.
With slow, measured thrusts, he works himself into me. My nails dig into his back and his body trembles under my touch. It’s a powerful feeling. So damn powerful knowing I have this effect on a man like him.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sunny. You’re so tight.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
Getting on his knees, he takes each leg of mine onto his shoulders and grabs my hips greedily and starts thrusting again.
The intensity of it has my body tensing in all the best ways.
Sitting back up, he slaps my thigh again, and I feel myself finally opening up for him.
He runs a soothing hand over the stinging skin, rewarding me.
“Yes, Sunny. Just like that. That’s my girl.” He leans his head back with a hiss.
My back arches as I take him in, the moans escaping me are unlike any I’ve heard come out of my mouth before. I feel him everywhere, all over my body, inside me, and dowsing my heart.
Our bodies move in congruence, communicating in a way I’ve never even known existed.
This moment says all the things we’d been holding back for the last few months.
It’s written in the air between us, filling our lungs and traced across our skin with exploring hands.
It’s said between heavy breaths and moans.
He’s devastating as I watch the muscles, scars and emerald eyes make me his. My body submits to his because my trust now belongs to him.
Cradling the back of my neck, he pulls me up to sit in his lap, straddling him. Instinctively I wrap my arms around his neck, his arms curling around my waist to keep us close.
“Show me that fire, baby. Show me how you ignite. How you burn for me,” he whispers against my skin.
I tilt my head back, feeling that flame growing bigger in the base of my belly. There is no beginning and there is no end. Just us.
“Sunny. Look. At. Me.” He grabs my face.
He kisses my jaw, down my neck and on my collarbone to my scar, whispering along my skin his I love yous. And I revel in what it feels like to be loved, even when broken by another person.
“Sunny,” he growls. “eyes on me.” He grabs the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him. “I love you,” he whispers against my skin.
“I love you too.” I lace my fingers in his hair.
“Say it again, Sunny. Say it again. Let me feel you fall in love with me. Let me feel you become mine,” he whispers, tracing his thumb along my bottom lip.
“I love you, Tyler.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. Pressing our foreheads together, he continues to move inside me.
I catch fucking fire. It courses through my body as if fuel ran through my veins, lighting me up and making me burn from the inside out. I scream out, wondering if the flames have licked their way up my throat by the burn I feel with it.
My body seizes and submits to the orgasm burning through me. So long and the most fucking incredible experience. I see stars, filled and surrounded by the night sky. The space I saw in my dream becoming reality as the fiery orange and black night somehow appear around me, sending me off into it.
The ringing in my ears sends his voice as a whisper yet so far away as my nails dig into his skin. I feel him everywhere, all over me.
When I finally open my eyes, a smile is spread across his face as he bears witness to me unraveling before him. What he does to me. I’m still coming undone but he finally catches up to me. Every muscle in his body goes taut as his grip on me tightens.
“Fuck, Sunny, fuck!” he groans.
He falls down the abyss of night and day colliding, taking me down with him again. We are lost somewhere in it. Our moans and screams merely echoes around us as pleasure consumes us.
The flames that erupt inside me lick my skin and crawl through my veins, once again. He releases inside me, completely filling me up to the point he spills all over us.
That bond between us is raging an inferno of silk black night and fiery radiance as we both dive into the pleasure unfolding between us. Solidifying what has been a maybe for far too long.
He grips the back of my neck, keeping our sweaty foreheads together. Panting heavily, he brushes my hair from my face, those kryptonite eyes meeting mine.
And finally, finally, all these feelings, everything over these last few weeks, it all makes sense.
He hasn’t even removed himself from inside me when I feel him already growing hard again. I haven’t even had a chance to come down from this round, to calm the fire that’s still coursing through my body as my heart continues to pump it through me.
“Again,” he growls.
So we do it all over again.