Slowly, she parted the terry robe before allowing it to drop to the floor.
And she could tell that he was stunned.
The surprise shone in his eyes.
He hadn’t expected this.
Beneath the robe, she didn’t have on a stitch of clothing.
She was completely nude.
Perhaps some small part of her had already been anticipating or preparing for this very heated moment. There was hardly any doubt that she was ready for it.
She shivered as his eyes slid over her body.
They missed nary an inch.
A naked hunger glowed in his eyes, and she sensed his male appreciation.
A fine sheen of wet moisture glistened along her brown flesh, making it more richly inviting. Countless hours in the gym had led to a well-contoured body, but she’d been naturally gifted with an hour-glass figure. A slim pair of shoulders led to her full plump breasts, and already, her nipples were hardened into tight buds. Her abdomen was flat and included a piercing at her navel. In the darkness, the oval diamond sparkled within the tiny cave. Her butt was well rounded while her hips were wide. Her thighs were strong and taut, finally leading to her smooth calves.
All over, she trembled.
Not from cold, but raw need.
“I’ve got you, baby girl,” he whispered hoarsely, and his eyes darkened further. Purposely, he ran his eyes over her again. His visual perusal was full of intent, to make her drop her safeguard even more. Yet, he wasn’t immune to his own actions. In his eyes, his dark primal needs simmered. “You have my solemn promise. I’ll take care of you in ways that you can’t even imagine. Now, come here.”
The dangerous, sensual words enticed her.
Sauntering forward sexily and slowly, she continued to dance. As she drew closer, the fire within his eyes raged out of control. But, rather than fleeing from the danger he offered, she sought it eagerly. The silent music in her head roared and played at a high crescendo. Truly, what would occur between them soon would be an operatic and thrilling event.
Swaying her hips more slowly, mimicking a scandalous motion akin to love making, she pushed both hands through her heavy tresses before lifting them from her nape. The cool air caressed her nape and found her heated skin. “Oh,” she gasped softly at the sweet intrusion, yet it didn’t lessen the raging fire within her. Then, closing her eyes against the feeling, she continued the erotic dance. Her actions were expertly smooth as she dropped the floor and lay down on her back. As she lifted her hips from the ground and spread her thighs wide open, she made one deep hunch. A soft moan escaped her lips at the action, and she feared that she’d come then.
A shadow fell over her.
As it did, her eyes fluttered open.
Her needy body quivered at the sight of him.
Like a great Titan, he stood over her, and a viral danger emanated from him in waves. “You’re so fucking beautiful and perfect in every way. Touching you is the only thing that I crave. Every inch of your skin, I want to breathe it in,” he growled with a barely restrained roughness. Then, closing his eyes tightly, he struggled for control before opening them again. His gray eyes met hers, and the inviting look was a stunning killer to her senses. “You’re my damnation, aren’t you? Finally, after all this time, there’s no redemption for me. Wanting to possess someone so selfishly has to be a cardinal sin.” His words dropped to a low whisper. “But, I want to possess you in indescribable ways.” To prove his admission, his stormy gaze dropped to the space between her trembling thighs. Purposely, he bit his bottom lip before giving a satisfied sound. A wicked grin lifted his lips, but then died. Once more, the naked hunger overrode everything else. “I want to put my fucking mouth right there and see how fucking sweet you taste.” His eyes held hers transfixed. “Please tell me that I can.”
Surely, the shadows were hypnotizing.
In a passionate haze, she stared up at him.
He was a cardinal sin.
Everything about him, from the insides and outside, said as much.
But, like him, she wanted to embrace her own damnation.
A different desperation seized her instantly, and being with him trumped any flimsy shred of resolve that remained. A needy and broken whimper left her. “Please touch me.”
Her words were invitation enough.
Desperate and needy, thighs still spread wide, she panted softly as he dropped to his knees on the floor. Murmuring unintelligibly under her breath, he passed another long look at her trembling body before edging closer. She gave a slight jerk as his hands met her feet. Then, a soft moan left her as he kneaded both soles with an aching slowness. Then, his hands began a slow treacherous journey up her calves, stroking her skin with oh, such sinful caresses. Her flesh was afire, burning raging hot from her head to her toes. She closed her eyes against the tumultuous rise, yet couldn’t block out the feels. Oh, yes, yes….he was her body’s lifeline. With a keen desperation, she was clinging to every forbidden feeling swarming inside of her.
“I want you to come for me. Rain into my mouth and let me drink your sweet poison,” he rasped hoarsely and grasped her knees. As he spread her thighs farther apart, she gave a distraught sound of pure need. The warm air caressed her moist insides, yet there was only one sinful touch that it craved. A deep groan of satisfaction left him at the sight of her hot wetness. Her eyes fluttered open at the very sound, and their passion-glazed stares met again within the dangerous rise. “Oh, yes, that’s all because of me, isn’t it, sweet Bella? Tell me that it is, damn it.”
“It’s all because of you,” she whispered. “Only because of you.”
But, rather than going straight for the kill.
He tortured her further.
Spearing his fingers wide, he slowly stroked the insides of both thighs. Underneath his touch, her body trembled uncontrollably, and the pleasure tore through her at rapid speed. Then, while stroking her left thigh, his other hand made a dangerous pursuit on downward, directly towards the source of her fiery heat. When the pads of fingers met the tender flesh, she squeezed her eyes closed. Oh, the feel of him was too great, she gasped softly, feeling the tremors rack through her again. The fine soft curls dusted her sex, yet offered little protection from his dangerous touch. Ever so gently and softly, he sifted through the fine hairs before deeply massaging the area.
The dark need ricocheted through her.
“Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded, and her hips writhed upward on their own accord. Moaning, she bit her bottom lip. Yet, the inner pressure kept rising within her. “Please touch me more.”
His stormy gaze met hers. “I’ll touch you any fucking where you want me to.” In the dimness, she caught sight of his tortured expression. “…probably in places that you can’t even begin to imagine and in ways that you can only dream of...”
And oh my, he stayed true to his deadly promise.
At once, his large hand cupped her.
With an aching slowness, he began kneading her pussy.
“Braden,” she panted, lifting her hips from the floor even more. Desperately, her body sought closer contact against his hot working hand, and he didn’t disappoint. An unintelligible word left him as he stroked her deeper. The breaths left her lungs in short pants, and the soft pleas reeked of even more desperation. She wanted more…needed more… “Keep doing that…oh….don’t stop…oh….oh….”
Her insides were hot and sticky.
The wetness gushed through her secret place.
But, it wasn’t so secret anymore, she moaned deep, hauling in a fractured breath as he parted the thin lips. Her slick wetness bathed his finger as it swept along her labia in an upward and downward motion. Breathing shallowly, body trembling uncontrollably, she counted each delicious stroke along the sensitive flesh. But, suddenly, his touch turned more lethal. Somehow, his movements became perfectly acrobatic. While a finger slid along her labia, another sought her tiny nub. In quick successive strokes, he flicked the tiny nub, hurtling
her further from any reality.
“Oh…please…please…don’t stop…” she begged shamelessly and thrust her hips forward. Her just reward was more punishment under his hands. Now, his fingers moved so hard and fast that she could no longer count the strokes. Her mind was in a dizzying tailspin, colliding with the mounting pleasure inside her body. The fast gasps left her lungs amidst her endless pleas. “Titan…oh…oh…”
A finger slipped inside of her opening.
At the contact, her body stiffened in response.
She fought for control, but lost it.
Her need was too great.
The climax gripped her in its restraints.
Ripped through her insides and claimed it.
A series of spasms sent her body into jerking motions.
Releasing a desperate cry, she came.
He gripped her thighs hard, allowing her to claim her selfish glory.
A breathless moment later, she finally came to.
Her passion-glazed orbs met his.
Her breath caught.
His need was all too real.
It played on his face.
“Braden,” she whimpered softly. “I….I…”
“I want you,” he whispered back, holding her gaze. “And I’m going to show you how fucking much.”
Eyes wild and needy, she stayed mute.
In one swoop, he scooped her trembling body from the floor.
Gasping softly, she buried her face inside his nape and clung to him. Their ascent up the stairs was slow, and they shared a mutual appreciation for their newfound closeness. While he walked, she held on for dear life. For within his arms, she was losing hers…that secret part of her…the one that hadn’t felt for so long…it was awakening and feeling alive because of him…
Chapter 9
A profound warmness bathed his bedroom.
Along with it, his titled masculine scent filled the room. Just as she imagined, it was manly and roguish through and through, she thought with a dazed expression, lying center of the huge 4-posted bed, and watched while he lit the candle.
Like a shameless voyeur, she drank in the sight of him.
Oh, she breathed, he was even more perfect now.
For now, within these walls, she didn’t have to pretend.
Any or all adoration, she was free to breathe in.
The room was draped in darkness except for the faint candlelight.
Yet, it didn’t mute her visual pleasure.
She inhaled a short breath.
And, oh, he was mega-fine.
All over, his body was ripped in the right places.
The tattoo on his chest lent him a dangerous edge, and for some reason, she was mesmerized by the sight of it. His chest was solid and well-muscled, leading to the six-pack abs.
Her eyes flew back to his.
“What are you looking at?” he asked huskily, and his tone oozed pure sexiness. Then, his gaze darkened further, to a shade of animalistic hunger. The sight of it sent a shudder through her. “You like what you see?”
“Maybe I do.” Holding his gaze, she issued a sultry challenge. “Are you going to have a problem with that, Sir Titan?”
“A problem? Certainly not when it comes to you.” A dangerous grin curled his lips. “Even in the throes of passion, you’re trying to bring your gaming shit, aren’t you, damsel?” His grin died as fast as it had come, and now, his eyes smoldered even more. A daring wickedness was etched along his features, and it caused another thrill to race through her. “But, I got something for you, and that something will show you that I have the winning hand. After these past minutes, you should already have an idea of how true that is.” His seizing stare claimed hers longer. “Just for the record, what happened downstairs was a little pre-show, not the main event. Now, you’re going to get what’s coming to you and good. You’re going to suffer greatly for making me want you as fucking much as I do. I can promise you that.”
Rather than giving a rebuttal, she stayed silent.
After all, what was the point of fighting?
She wanted this.
She wanted him.
The only sound in the room now was the opening drawer. Easily, he confiscated the condoms before tossing them onto the nightstand. Then, facing her again, he murmured in a low husky whisper. “Finally, damsel, we’re meeting in the real, and there’ll be no turning back.”
He reached for his belt buckle. As his fingers met it, her eyes dropped to that very place, and why the action made her anticipation rise, she didn’t know. It just did. Once more, she felt herself free-falling.
Purposely, he took his time loosening the belt. Then, after giving a fast tug, he freed it from the belt loop. Slowly, all the while watching her, he wound the leather belt into a coil before placing it on the bed. Then, he demanded in a low husky whisper. “Come here.”
“W---what?” she asked breathlessly, biting her lip.
His stare turned more dangerous. “I said…come here…”
Like a meek slave, she did as he bade.
Her knees dipped into the plush mattress as she crossed. Yet, there was hardly anything soft about the dark primal stare geared on her. At the sight of his madness, her breath caught on a splintered note, and she nearly faltered. Every single thing about this man was highly destructive, wildly exciting, and really dangerous simultaneously. But, didn’t the fear really stem from her own recklessness, she realized while drawing closer. It was a recklessness that played by no rules. Within its rare and foreign realm, he was all that mattered.
“Baby, you are so beautiful,” he muttered unevenly. “Please let me look at you.”
She paused for a brief moment.
Perhaps, a single breath left her.
Yet, it didn’t seem so.
Ever, oh so ever slowly, his eyes raked over her nude body…
The male appreciation deepened in his gaze as they met hers again. “You’re incomparable, damsel. There’s no other woman like you. I am besotted to your power.” His labored breathing caused his words to be barely audible. “Come here.”
Somehow, she found the strength to move.
Their gazes stayed deadlocked.
Within his eyes, an irrefutable truth breathed.
Beyond any reasoning, he wanted her.
It was an edgy hunger, one that was uncontrollable and limitless in its power…the type that’d easily consume its participants like a ferocious predator…
And she was feeling it now…
With her every breath, she hauled it in.
In his big strong arms, she’d find no mercy.
Bless her wretched soul, she didn’t want any.
Naked, raw, and totally vulnerable she stopped just short at the mattress edge and faced him. About her head, her black tresses were unkempt and untamed. The wild and tangled mess brushed against her bare shoulders. Yet, the soft caress of it added an extra sexiness to her that was difficult to explain. A different shyness stole her, and rather than voicing her newfound weakness, she murmured a breathless, “Titan.”
“Let me give you what you want while I take what I need.” Seizing a fractured breath, he cupped her face before resting his forehead against hers. Their fast breaths mingled and intertwined, finally forging into shallow erratic breathing. The sound of it was invigorating to the very senses. “Will you play my little dirty game with me? Can I put my hands and mouth on you---anywhere and however I want to?”
Her lips trembled. “Yes.”
One step brought him closer to her.
Then, cupping her face in his large hand once more, he drew her face closer. As he did, she hauled in a desperate breath, yet, there was hardly any hiding from him now. Murmuring unintelligibly, he voiced his own wrought feelings. A shiver coursed through her as his lips grazed along her cheekbone, finally stopping at the corner of her lips. The gentle kiss that he left along it was enough to hurl her over the edge. “Titan,” she whispered distraught, turning her face just enough so that their
lips touched. Still, as fraught as the moment was neither of them moved. Their eyes clung with a renewed desperation, openly displaying their raw hunger. As their breathing hastened to a fast feverish pitch, she whispered a dark and needy plea against his lips. “Please…please kiss me.”
For a fraction of a second, he did nothing.
She held her breath.
Had she’d been too brazen with her request?
The desperation gleamed in her eyes. “T-titan…”
“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?” he breathed against her lips. “On my life, I swear that I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
His words were a catalyst.
They lit the simmering fire.
Gently and slowly, they began to explore.
The first kiss was simple and feather light.
A tentative soft meshing of the lips…
Again, alcohol tinged his taste. But, unsurprisingly, it was a sinful and pleasurable mix of rich cognac and peppermint. His tongue darted out, teasing her lips, using just enough force to coax them apart slightly. As it surged inside her mouth, she released a deep satisfied moan before curling her arms around his nape. Oh, just how many nights had she envisioned this in her scandalous fantasies? With their mouths and tongues, they explored. A hoarse groan erupted from him as her tongue lassoed a dangerous dance along his. Murmuring her name, he clasped the back of her head, bringing them into more intimate contact. Time seemed to suspend as they kissed deeply. For long minutes, their arduous lovemaking of the mouth endured.
If she thought she’d been kissed before she’d been dead wrong…This…this…was one helluva kiss…The kind that made your toes curl…one that’d leave your senses dizzy…the type that sent the entire universe spinning off its axis…the brand that’d lead you to the depths of pure insanity…
Yes, he wielded a deadly and dangerous power with his lips…
“Braden,” she whispered between swollen lips, moments later, as he broke free of the kiss. “No…no…don’t stop…don’t stop…” With a blind eagerness, she sought his lips and found them again. Mouth to mouth, their breaths now hoarse pants, they fell headlong into another deep soul-wrenching French kiss.
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