'I Do' For Revenge
Chapter 204: No Rush Tonight
CHAPTER 204: NO RUSH TONIGHT
HELENA’S POV
Th e drive to Tye’ s apartment was a blur. My hand was in his the entire ti me while his t humb t raced dizzying circles on my palm.
His apartment building was like him: clean, modern, and intimidatingly secure.
The moment the door clicked shut, Tye dropped his keys on the entry table and spun me around.
Before I could even take a breath, his mouth was on mine.
This kiss wasn’t lik e the one on the street. That one was hun gry; this one was starving. Tye gro aned low in hi s throat, backing me up until my shoulde rs hit the smooth surface of the wall.
His hands were everywhere: tangling in my hair, gripping my waist, sliding down to my hips to pu ll me flush against h im.
"You have no idea," he murmured against my lips, "how long I’ve wanted to do this."
"How long?" I gasped, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
"Since th e first day I saw you at the office with that defiant look in your eyes and that stub born chin," he growled.
He pu lled back just enoug h to look at me. His eyes were dark and dilated. Slowly, he reached for the zip per of my dress. The sound was loud in the quiet apartment. The red silk pooled at my feet, leaving me in my lace lingerie.
Tye’s gaze burne d a path down my body, making my skin flush. "Beautiful."
He shu cked off his shirt, tossing it aside.
I stopped breathing.
His chest was broad and sculpted, corded with muscle. But it was the landscape of his skin that held me captive. There were scars... so many scars.
The most noti ceable sca r was the ja gged one on his chest, right over his hear t from the bullet he had told me about. But there were others : a long, thin line running down his ribs, a burn mark on his shoulder, and many more
It was just like a map o f violence, a history of pain.
I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly. Tye flinched when I touched the bulle t scar, his muscles seiz ing.
"Ugly, right?" he rasped, watching my face for disgust.
"No ," I whispered. I traced the edge of the scar gently. "Evide nce."
"Evidence of what?"
"That you survived," I said, meeting his eyes. "That you’re strong."
I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the scar over his h eart. Tye shuddered and a r agged breath escaped his lips. I kissed the scar on his ribs. The one on his s houlder.
"Helena," he groaned, his hands gripping my shoul ders. "You’re killing me."
"G ood," I murmured against his skin.
He swept me up into his arms effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his scent as he carried me to the be droom.
He laid me down on the cool sheets o f his massive bed, hovering over me like a dark storm cloud. But when he touched me, his hands were gentle, like I was something precious that might break.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "We can stop. We can just talk about the stories beh in d my scars."
I reac he d up, tracing the line of h is jaw, looking into the eyes of the man who had been my enemy, my saviour, and now, something so much more.
"I don’t want to t alk," I whispered, pulling him down to me. "S how me the rest. "
Tye didn’t rush. He simply looked at me, his eyes movin g sl owly from my collarbone to the curve of my breasts, down to the way my stomach trembled, then lower to where my thighs pressed together be cause I was already aching for him.
That look alone felt like a touch, like his fingertips were moving over my s kin.
"Helena, you’re shaking."
"I know," I whispered.
My voice sounded nothing li ke the calm, organised assistant I was at work; it sounded needy , and breathless.
He dipped his head, brushing his on the spot just below my ear to give one soft, open-mouthed kiss t hat made my back arch off the bed.
He gave another kiss, lower, along the line of my neck, then another at my collarbone. Eac h kiss was slow, warm, and wet, like he was tasting me one tiny piece at a time.
His hand finally moved.
His palm slid up my ribs, thumb graz ing the underside of my breast through the lace, tracing the curve again and again until my nipple tighten ed int o a hard point.
I felt the throb directly between my legs as he idly circled the nipples over the fabric, rubbing over it without ap plying any pressure.
"Tye..." I t came out as a plea.
"Shh," he murmured. "I never thought this day would come so soon, princess. I’m not rushing to nig ht."
He shifted lower an d his mouth followed the path his hand had taken. The lace was already damp fro m his breath. When his tongue finally flicked over my nipple th rough the fabric, I gasp ed, shocked at how good something s o simple could feel.
He did it again, more slowl y, wetting the lace until it stuck to me befor e closing his mouth and s ucking, gentle at first and then harder. The pull sh ot heat straight to my core.
His hand slipped b ehind my back and his fingers found the clasp of my bra. One smooth twi st and it loosened.
He didn’t yank i t off; he peeled it away like he had all the time in the world, letting the straps sl ide down my arms inch by inch unti l my breast s were bare to the cool air and his hungry gaze.
He just looked for a long moment. "Perfect," he said, almost to hims elf.
Then his mouth was on me again, with no l ace in the way this t ime. His warm, wet heat closed over one nipple while his fingers rolled the other, pinching just enough to make me moan, t hen soothing with the flat of his tongue.
Every suck and pinch sent an ache rolling deep in my bel ly.
I tried to pull him up for a proper kiss, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he moved to my other breast, giving it the same slow, w orshipful attention. Soon, I was squirming, my leg s squeezing together, completely wet and achi ng for more.
Only th en did his hand drift lower.
His fi ngertips traced the waistband of my panties, back and forth, teasing without going under.
My panties was almost soaked; I could feel it, and I’m sure he could too. When he finally hooked a finger under the edge and tugged, just enou gh for cool air to kiss my skin, I whimpered, lifting my hips toward him.
"Patience, baby ," h e whispered, his teeth grazing my nipple. "I wa nt to reme mber exactly how you sound when I finally take thes e off."