Black Heart (Cursed Hearts #1)(37)

All thoughts of acting unaffected shot out of his head at that declaration. He leaned up and captured her lips with his own. She eagerly returned the kiss while she continued to grind against him. He swallowed her moans of pleasure as his h*ps rolled up to meet hers. The pain in his shoulder from having his hands cuffed behind his back was forgotten as was the pain from having their combined weights pressing the cuffs into his skin. All that mattered was the woman on top of him.

“I need you, Tristan,” she whispered against his mouth, breaking the last strand of resistance that he’d been holding onto.

“You have me. I’m yours,” he promised, because he was, always had been and he’d been a f**king moron to fight this hold she had over him.

She stopped kissing him and moved back just far enough away so that she could look at him as she asked, “No matter what?”

There was no hesitation whatsoever. “No matter what, Marty. I’m yours, always have been.”

For a moment she looked like she was going to cry and he definitely did not want that. He leaned up and captured her lips again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke as her hands roamed through his hair, over his neck, shoulders and chest.

She gently pushed him back down and broke away to trail kisses down his chin. Tristan was as a helpless as a newborn babe beneath her touch. He watched through hooded eyes as she licked and kissed her way down his body.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes,” he groaned as he imagined her hands and mouth on another part of him. That thought was quickly replaced with one that had him grinding his teeth and trying to bite back his temper before he did and said something stupid to wreck this.

As she reached the waistband of his pants he couldn’t stop jealousy from taking over and asked, “Have you done this before?”

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“This?” she asked, pulling back slightly before she followed the happy trail that disappeared beneath his jeans with her tongue. “No, I haven’t done this with a man before.”

“So…,” he sucked in a breath as she ran a curious hand over the bulge in his pants. “You haven’t,” gasp, “had a man inside of you before.”

She looked up with a thoughtful expression on her face. “Well, only Bob, but I haven’t been with him in a while.” She had been meaning to pick up batteries for her Battery Operated Boyfriend months ago, but had never gotten around to it.

Rage shot through him at the thought of another man touching her. “He doesn’t touch you again.” His eyes locked on hers as he snarled out, “I’ll f**king kill him if he touches you ever again. You’re mine!”

She looked down so that he couldn’t see the pleased expression on her face. Really, she shouldn’t be this happy that a man was acting this way, but she was, probably because it was Tristan and it meant that she wasn’t the only one suffering from this thing between them. This was the man she’d loved her whole life. Then a thought occurred to her that wiped away her smile.

As she cupped him through his pants with one hand and undid his pants with the other, she asked in a nonchalant tone, “And have you had many women?”

Tristan opened his mouth to answer when Shayne’s loud bark of laughter distracted him letting him know that he was still close by.

“Not unless ye count yer left hand, lad!” More laughter. “And I don’t think that lass that ye almost lost yer virginity to counts since she shoved ye away once ye moaned Marty’s name.” He sounded thoughtful when he continued. “Of course, ye probably should have held off saying that until after ye were inside of her. Ah, live and learn.”

He wasn’t about to admit that to Marty. Not after he’d found out that some other man had been with her. How pathetic would he look being a twenty-nine year old virgin? Nothing on this earth was going to drag those f**king words from his mouth.

Nothing.

What was he going to tell her if she asked why? That it felt wrong, like cheating to even consider it after that one mistake? Oh yeah, he’d come off as pathetic, deranged, and a stalker if he admitted that he couldn’t bring himself to touch another woman, knowing that it would never be as good as being with her. He wasn’t an idiot after all.

“Not many,” he answered somewhat truthfully, ignoring Shayne as the bastard laughed his off in the other room.

“Good,” Marty said, sounding pleased. She pulled down his zipper as he struggled to sit up. He wanted to see her expression and he wasn’t disappointed. She stared wide-eyed as she freed his erection. Blinked and then blinked again.

“Better than Bob?” he asked, instantly cringing. What the hell was wrong with him reminding her of another man at this moment?

“Much better,” she answered in a reverent tone, sounding awed.

After throwing one last look of longing at his cock, she yanked his pants off, leaving him buck naked, handcuffed and lying on the floor, which simply begged the question, “What now?”

Marty answered his question by running her hands over his legs and stomach. His erection jumped with each pass as if it were begging for her touch. Finally, with a shaky hand, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed.

A broken moan escaped Tristan’s mouth as she ran a tentative hand down his length.

“I want to take you in my mouth,” she announced suddenly as if she couldn't help herself. His eyes shot open. Was she trying to kill him? “Can you stand?” she asked as she released him.