Grand Theft of my Heart *Trevor Phillips x Reader*

Part 37 🚩

Your heart was racing and your breathing sped up at the sight of him leaning in, so close you could feel his warmth. And there was a sudden urge to lean in as well, to press your lips to his. As his kisses grew harder and more intense, your hands slid up his back to pull him closer, desperate to feel his skin under your palms. You're not sure how long you stood there, kissing, lost in an endless sea of passion and lust. It seemed like an eternity and an instant all at once. You didn't realize until a small sound escaped his lips, a deep chuckle hinting at delight that your hand was suddenly sliding over his shoulders, pulling his jacket off his shoulders while pulling him closer.

You let your hands roam over his back, loving the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers, and you could see the desire in his eyes as you slowly lower yourself onto the couch. With a slow motion, you pulled him down on top of you, feeling his weight on your body. You moaned softly as his mouth finds your exposed jawline, arching your back and pushing his body even harder against yours, reveling in the intense warmth of his embrace.

Your hands were on his back, tracing every muscle and curve as his kisses became more demanding and passionate. "So do you really not like the tattoo?" You ask him as more of a tease then a real concern.

He chuckled low and his voice was husky and deep, "It's beautiful." He whispered, "And sexy as hell." Trevor ran his finger over the covered tattoo sending a slight pain where he touched but it was overshadowed by stimulation and lust. "Almost like you branded yourself, just for me."

Trevor's words sent a shiver down your spine, and a surge of desire coursed through your veins. You couldn't help but smile at his response, knowing that his rough exterior hid a tender side that only you got to see. "I'm glad you like it," you said, your voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. "I got it to remind me of you, after all."

He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips meeting yours in a fierce and passionate embrace. The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment. The weight of your shared past, the uncertainties of the future—all of it momentarily forgotten as you clung to each other, seeking solace and comfort in each other's arms.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel Trevor's hands exploring your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch was both tender and possessive, as if he wanted to claim every inch of you as his own. And in that moment, you were more than willing to give yourself to him completely.

But then, as quickly as the passion ignited, Trevor pulled back slightly, his breath heavy against your skin. He looked into your eyes, his gaze intense and vulnerable, as if trying to convey something beyond words.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice soft and full of emotion. "I don't want you to think this is just about the physical stuff."

You reached up, brushing your fingers against his cheek, feeling the roughness of his scruff against your skin. "I know," you said, your voice equally tender. "You mean everything to me, Trevor."

For a moment, there was silence between you, the weight of your emotions hanging heavily in the air. Then, without another word, Trevor leaned in to kiss you again, but this time, there was a sense of softness and tenderness to the kiss—a silent promise of something deeper and more meaningful. You could feel the heat of Trevor's desire as your bodies came together, and the pressure in your loins intensified with each passing moment. A yearning and desperation swirled inside you, begging for release, —battling between instinct and desire. But you could tell, even as he was devouring your mouth, that Trevor was struggling to give in to his desires, that he was struggling to allow himself the luxury of indulgence. As his kisses grew more desperate and hungry, you could see the tension begin to build in his face again. He moved around you like a wounded animal, afraid to touch you, to hurt you. He shied away from touching you where the small healing bullet wound was as if it might come alive and bite him.