Ripped Apart
Ripped Apart
~Lyra~
“I want your tongue to forget what air tastes like because it only remembers me. My skin. My p***y. My
f*****g sweat on your tongue. I want you to wake up starving for it. Thirsty for it. I want you to crawl across
the bed just to bury your face in me like you can’t breathe without it.”
He growled again.
I felt the sound before I heard it. It rumbled from his chest and poured through me like thunder.
And then–his voice.
Low. Ruined. Husky enough to make me clench before he even finished speaking.
“Say it again,” he rasped, his mouth pressed hot against my ear. “Say you want to be the only thing I taste,
kitten.”
“I want to be the only one,” I cried, “the only f*****g one. I want your mouth soaked in me until nothing else
exists. I want you to get on your knees and open your mouth just to prove it. I want you to choke on how much you need me. I want you ruined.”
“f**k,” he growled, and his voice dropped even lower, his hand sliding down between my legs, cupping the heat between my thighs like he knew it was already messy for him. “You’re soaked for me, kitten. You’re dripping. I can smell it. I can feel it through your thighs. You want me to f*****g die between your legs, don’t
you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, throwing my head back as he pressed two fingers against my entrance, teasing, slipping just barely inside, making me tremble against the wall like I was coming apart molecule by molecule.
“I want you to die in it. I want you to drown. I want you to forget your own name and only remember mine.”
His tongue dragged up the side of my neck like it belonged there, like I was something he could drink, something he could claim, and God–I think I wanted him to. I think I needed him to.
Because my whole body was already arching into him, begging without shame, my back against the wall, my n*****s pressed into his chest, my legs wrapped tight around his waist like I was terrified he’d let go and I’d f*****g fall.
But then–he spoke.
And I swear, every cell in my body stopped moving.
“You wanna know why I lied?” he whispered, and I didn’t answer. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. Because his voice was low and hoarse and guilty and full of something I wasn’t ready for, something that sounded too
close to love and too close to mine
He didn’t wait.
He didn’t give me a warning.
He just said it.
“I said she was dead,” he murmured, mouth still hot on my skin, his fingers still pulsing against my slick folds
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like he couldn’t stop touching me even while his whole soul unraveled. “Because I thought you’d end it. I
thought the second you found out she was alive, you’d look at me like I belonged to her. Like I was still hers.
Like I wasn’t allowed to want you.”
My breath caught in my throat.
Not because I didn’t expect it. But because I did.
Because some part of me–some stupid, cracked–open, bleeding part of me–had hoped he would say that. Hoped it wasn’t just about s*x. Hoped he didn’t lie because he was cruel, but because he was scared. Because he needed me like I needed him and he just didn’t know how to say it.
“I couldn’t take it,” he whispered, and his voice broke..actually broke..like his lungs couldn’t hold it anymore. “I couldn’t f*****g picture it. You walking away. You looking at me with those eyes and deciding I wasn’t worth it. That I wasn’t allowed to touch you. That I’d lost you before I even really had you. I just..I had to lie. I had to.
And f**k.
Something in my chest cracked so hard I swear I felt it. Physically. Like a bone splitting.
I stared at him. At the man who made me scream. At the man who made me feel. And for a second, I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but feel the words crawling through my skin and sinking into the place where all the pain had been living for the past hour.
Because that was it.
That was the truth.
He didn’t lie because he didn’t care.
He lied because he did.
Because he was f*****g terrified.
And that made me crazy.
That made me feral.
Because I knew what that felt like.
I knew what it felt like to be so scared of losing someone that you’d say anything to keep them close. I knew what it meant to need someone so bad it made you stupid, made you reckless, made you lie through your teeth just to keep the thing you couldn’t stand to lose.
I knew. Because I felt the same way.
My hands grabbed his face before I could stop myself. My nails dug into his jaw, and I kissed him–hard. Like I was punishing him. Like I was forgiving him. Like I was choosing him again even after everything. Because I
was.
And the second our mouths crashed, I felt the heat shoot straight between my legs. I felt his c**k twitch against my inner thigh and my whole body clenched like I’d been starving for him, and maybe I had. Maybe I’d never not been starving for him.
I kissed him until I couldn’t breathe. Until I was panting into his mouth and moaning through my tears and grinding my soaked p***y against the front of his sweatpants like I was possessed.
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I pulled away just enough to speak, and my voice was shaking but full of f*****g fire.
“Do you know what that did to me?” I gasped, my chest pressed to his, my eyes wild. “Do you know what it felt like to see her touch you? To see her kiss you? I felt like I was dying. I felt like I was nothing. Like you’d used me and I was just–God–I was just some little toy you kept warm while she was gone.”
His jaw tightened.
I didn’t stop.
“I hated you,” I whispered. “I hated you for letting her touch what you just filled. For letting her lay her hands on what’s mine. I hated you so much it made me cry like a stupid little girl who gave her heart to a man twice her age and thought it would matter.”
His hand grabbed the back of my neck and I gasped.
“I lied because you matter more than anything,” he said, low and guttural and wrecked. “I lied because I couldn’t f*****g survive losing you.”
And then I snapped.
I shoved him backward. Shoved him until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell, and I climbed straight onto him like I didn’t care anymore. Like I didn’t need dignity. Like I didn’t need words.
I straddled his lap, soaked, dripping, naked, messy from crying and shaking and still covered in everything he did to me earlier–and I looked down at him like I was going to devour him.
“You want me?” I asked, breathless, furious, trembling. “Prove it. Show me I’m the only thing you’ll ever f*****g taste.”
His eyes went dark.
And then he said it again.
That voice.
That f*****g voice.
“Come here, kitten,” he growled, grabbing my hips, dragging me up his chest. “Come sit on Daddy’s mouth.” I was straddling his chest, still panting, still shaking, still soaked and completely naked with my hair sticking to my cheeks and my thighs literally dripping down his skin.
His sweatpants were wet from how hard I’d been grinding against him, and my whole body was flushed from crying and screaming and needing him so bad I couldn’t even remember what the f**k started this anymore. I stared down at him, breathing hard, every inch of me burning, and I opened my mouth without thinking.
“I’ll try,” I whispered, swallowing hard, licking my lips because my throat was dry and my heart was pounding and my brain had already jumped off a cliff. “I’ll try my best not to be loud. I don’t want them to hear us downstairs.”
My voice sounded so small and messy and cracked I hated it. But it was real. Because I knew Tasha was still down there. I knew she was still down there–his wife. The one with the face and the body and the perfect clothes. The one who kissed him.
But he didn’t even flinch.
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His eyes didn’t soften.
They darkened.
He sat up just enough to grab the backs of my thighs and dig his fingers into my ass so hard it made me whimper, and his voice–f**k–his voice dropped straight into my clit.
“You think I give a f**k, kitten?” he growled, low and sharp and filthy as hell. “You think I care if she hears? If they all hear? I don’t. I don’t give a single f*****g fuck.”
gasped, but he didn’t stop.
“Let them listen. Let them hear what you sound like when you ride Daddy’s face. Let them hear how wet you are for me, how desperate you get when I start licking that sweet little cunt like it’s the only thing I’ve ever
needed to survive.”
My thighs twitched.
My chest tightened.
My whole face went hot.
But I still couldn’t stop myself.
“I do,” I whispered, even though my hips were already rocking toward his mouth. “I do care. I don’t want her to hear me and honestly you sometimes forget I’m your daughters age”
f**k it.
He grabbed me.
Hard.
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He yanked me higher up his body and shoved his face between my thighs so fast I barely had time to blink, and then his voice–his voice–came again, rougher this time, like he was at his f*****g limit.
“Shut up,” he snarled, his breath fanning hot over my slick folds. “And sit on Daddy’s mouth. Now.”
Oh f**k.
Oh f**k.
My knees gave out and I dropped.
Right on his face.
And the second my p***y hit his tongue, I screamed.
I tried to hold it in. I really did. I bit my lip, grabbed the headboard, twisted the sheets, choked on my own breath–but it didn’t matter. Because his mouth was everywhere. His tongue was everywhere. He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t slow. He was devouring me like I was his last meal and he hadn’t eaten in weeks.
“Oh my f*****g God–Damon–oh my God–I can’t–f**k–I can’t-”
His hands were digging into my ass, spreading me wider, holding me down against his mouth like he was starving for it. His nose was rubbing against my clit, his tongue was thrusting inside me, licking and swirling and sucking every inch like he needed it. Like it was oxygen. Like he wasn’t going to stop until I couldn’t
breathe.
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And I was losing my mind.
“I’m gonna be loud,” I cried, rocking my hips over his face now, moving like I couldn’t stop, couldn’t think,
couldn’t do anything but ride him like I was about to fall apart. “I can’t stay quiet, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t,
oh fuck..”
I covered my mouth with both my hands.
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Thank you all for the vote. And I honestly hope you are enjoying this. Who knows I might maybe drop another chapter or not. That means you’d have to wait. Love y’a lle
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