Rise of the Titan

by Pressley James

  As his cock filled her to completion, she released a ragged moan.

  He curled a strong arm under her abdomen and clenched her closer. Desperate and lost himself, he called out her name. “Bella…”

  The sweat glistened on their quaking forms, adding a wet and pleasing slickness all along them and throughout them. A tide rose in her and crashed in. The hard trembles racked throughout her system, from head to toe. Inside of her, the dam burst with its release. Shouting out his name violently and passionately, she came. His huge body quaked with his own explosion, and his triumphant growl was deafening within the confines of the cabin.

  As their bodies shook violently, he clenched her tight.

  Again, they embraced a mindless euphoria.

  Finally, together, they collapsed.

  Chapter 22

  In the quiet darkness, sometime later, their wild passion sang loud.

  They stood and faced one another beside the bed.

  Bared and naked, both physically and emotionally…

  “Bella,” he rasped hoarsely, and his voice was thick with emotions. “Baby, I’ve missed you so much. Without you, I’ve been like a dying man.”

  “We’re not alone. Not anymore. And I never want to be without you again,” she whispered tearfully, edging closer, and clung to him. “Always I need you close…just like this. When I’m in your arms, I feel safe, and it’s like nothing can hurt us.” A tear seeped past her lid. “Please hold me. Promise me that the world won’t take you away from me.”

  “Hey, come here. You’re not going to lose me.” Sighing, he hugged her tight. “Baby, nothing can hurt us anymore.” He kissed the top of her head and then grasped her chin. “Look at me.” As she raised a teary gaze to his, he vowed a quiet promise. “Nothing can hurt us. Not now…especially not now.” Gently, he stroked a finger along her cheek. “Be with me again and let me prove it to you.”

  “Promise me that you won’t leave me,” she insisted still. “Promise me, Braden.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” he implored, searching her face. “Not now. Not ever.”

  A finely tuned connection propelled them forward.

  Skin to skin, they wrapped themselves around the other.

  They kissed.

  Slowly, passionately, and deeply…

  So much that they sucked air from each other’s soul…

  Down to their very core, they felt them.

  A soul-breaking moment later, they broke from the kiss.

  Only then, and only then, did they accept reality.

  They were and always would be one.

  Though they didn’t say it out loud, they just knew it.

  On a deep, mutual moan, their needy bodies met again………

  Her body met the cool sheets.

  Through slanted lids, panting softly, she watched him.

  Rather than joining her, he stood at the end of the bed.

  She inhaled a fractured breath.

  Damn, he was all predatory like---jungle like---

  During all of their encounters, he’d never been like this.

  So sexually, sinfully, sensually, and intimately dangerous……..

  Finally, he crawled on.

  On all fours, he approached her.

  A raw wildness breathed from him.

  He was totally untamed.

  Oh sweet goodness, she breathed, sucking her bottom lip in.

  That’s what she needed…

  Yet, the moment he touched her, all thinking fled.

  Now, he was on his knees.

  Grasping both of her legs, he raised them straight into the air, and now only her backside and butt cheeks touched the bed. Ever so slowly and erotically, he ran both hands along her, beginning at her feet, sliding them along her calves, and on down her thighs. When his hands met the bottom of her ass, he stopped for a brief moment.

  Her breaths came short and shallow.

  The dark keen anticipation speared her.

  What would he do next?

  A scattered breath left her as he inched forward.

  Then, releasing one hand from her leg, he fondled himself.

  In the shadowed darkness, there was only sexual madness.

  For once, in her life, there was no need for sanity.

  Another scant inch brought him closer.

  Just enough for his huge body to touch her, she moaned deep.

  On their own accord, her hips writhed.

  Her body knew what it wanted.

  Against her skin, she felt wetness…his wetness…obviously some premature ejaculation…Like her, he was struggling with self-control.

  She hunched forward.

  A deep ache pulsated inside of her.

  They were just too damned needy.

  Against the back of her thighs, she felt his head.

  His dark hair tickled her flesh.

  His lips touched her skin.

  Gently, using his head, he nudged her thighs apart.

  Then, he just went down…

  As his hot, stinging, and wet mouth met her aching pussy, her body jolted upward in fiery desperation, and her ascension was so high that it could only find him. Eager and wanting, she parted her thighs wider, granting him total access. On cue, his tongue and mouth went to work.

  Breathing hard and fast, bracing both elbows against the mattress, she raised up.

  The action granted her a better view and feel of theirs.

  And damn, it was hottttt…

  She clamped a shaky hand against his head.

  Moaning deep, she slid it through his sleek wet curls, and the erotic nature of it was inexplicable. Perhaps, it was this outer sleekness coupled with her inner sleekness…

  On their own accord, her hips rocked forward.

  Biting her lips, she struggled against a strangled cry.

  Like a wild hellion, though, it freed itself.

  Firming her hold, panting with short breaths, she kept him in place.

  But, damn, he was killing her…oh so damn right…

  Both her ass and pussy were just wet.

  Straight, sweet, and hot ooze…

  The hot wetness flowed from her body too much…

  Straight into his scalding mouth…

  Growling roughly, eating away at her, he supped it up.

  Her hips jutted faster.

  Finally, she lost all control.

  An earth-shattering scream left her.

  The entire universe embraced her call.

  Over and over, with no shame, she pleaded.

  Suddenly, the darkened room turned bright.

  All she could see was stars.

  Violent, pleasing, and rough, the climax rocked her hard.

  Sobbing, panting, she collapsed on the bed.

  But, again, there was no down time or think time…

  Within seconds, he had her ass up.

  In a single swoop, he plunged inside of her.

  On instinct, their timeless fire was lit.

  There came more sexual turbulence.

  His hard body pinned hers deeper into the mattress.

  A rough growl left him as he drove into her deeper.

  Inside of her, oh so deep, he was buried to the hilt.

  As tightly as she could, she cocooned him.

  A dark and violent need splintered her into.

  “Oh…oh…” she pleaded desperately, and clamped both thighs hard against his quaking body. The friction against their skin was electric, and their scandalous sinful thrusting was so perfectly timed. Her labored and uneven breathing quickened. “…just like that…oh…oh…”

  Her passionate proclamations spurred him on.

  Shuddering violently, panting her name hoarsely, he humped into her.

  Faster…harder…deeper…

  In quick desperate pants, the air left her lungs.

  His fractured breathing almost sounded painful.

  But, it was a great pain…

  They tightened their hand hold, close to bone-cru
shing…

  Yet, there was no blocking out the pleasurable delirium.

  Drugged, her eyes fluttered open and locked with his.

  As his head lowered, any light in the room was blocked out.

  Their kiss was just as wild and raw as their lovemaking.

  Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, they fought for domination.

  Against the mattress, their sweat-glistened bodies moved faster.

  The pace was fast, reckless, and dizzying.

  Together, they chased whatever they were after.

  As they found it, they were stricken…

  On each of their faces, it shone.

  Inside their joined mouths, their cries were lost.

  Together, they claimed the glory.

  ***

  Was there a world outside of them?

  In the muted darkness, within the bedroom, it still didn’t seem so.

  The smell of sex engulfed everything.

  They tasted it inside their mouths.

  Breathed the sweet aroma within the fine hairs of their nostrils...

  Against their sleek skin, the remnants of their love play swathed their flesh…

  It was everywhere.

  What choice did they have but to take it in?

  For weren’t they solely wild and sensual creatures?

  Underneath the covers, the sexual scent was potent, she breathed raggedly, settling on him in a partial straddling position. Then, releasing a soft moan of need, she lowered her head. As she did, her hair fell about her face in a wild tangled mess and shielded her sexually-crazed passionate features.

  In this 69 style position, there was no hiding from them.

  They just were.

  Against the bed, he rested on his back.

  Even so, like her, he was a sexual driver.

  On that front, it was even-kill.

  Like her, he was positioned for action.

  A deep, satisfying grunt from him proved that.

  Taking both hands, he gripped her wide hips.

  Between her thighs, his mouth breathed hot air, bathing a fierce and dangerous hotness against her sex. Yet, his mouth hadn’t met it yet, and that was his great tease, she mulled, further fascinated within the dark passionate spell. Then, there came his next one—a single tongue-jab against the clit.

  A fractured breath left her pleasure-shocked system.

  Her needy body trembled violently.

  She gasped beneath the covers.

  Play time was over…

  She went down.

  With ease, her mouth found his throbbing cock and closed about it.

  “Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely, jutting his hips upward. The hands that bind her shook badly and showed his lack of control. His breaths came too fast, and again, his sexual pain was evident. “Take it from me.”

  Again, the fact was proven.

  She was his master.

  Deep down, to her core, she knew.

  She owned him.

  Her lips were passion-swollen and bruised, and while so, they were a magical suction for his needy and hungry organ. Breathing hard and fast, she worked her head, erecting a slow, pleasing, and torturous rhythm along his length. Inside her mouth, the taste of his sweet semen was invigorating---

  As his mouth clamped over her heat, she gasped wildly.

  Again, she was crippled with only a dark and dangerous need.

  A violent shudder ripped through her body.

  Could she hold on?

  His hands tightened against her hips.

  With his tongue and mouth, he worked a dangerous magic.

  “Oh…oh…oh…” she panted, opening her thighs wider, and granted him greater access. With blind eagerness, she waited…waited…and waited…there it was, she moaned crazily, closing her eyes tight, and felt the delicious slide of his tongue within the twin lips. Then, it moved, only to massage the thin slit buried within.

  Her body tightened like a bow.

  How did he know her body that damn well?

  Perhaps, because it belonged to him…

  At the realization, she surrendered.

  The hot gushiness spilled from her into his mouth, and the feel of its releasing was powerfully great. Liberating, joyous, tremendously everything…

  Dazed and confused with sexual wonder, she loved him harder.

  His hard length was ridged.

  With her mouth and lips, she found every line.

  His hard body jerked.

  Against her pussy, he breathed her name with unsteady breaths.

  She took him in whole.

  His wicked tongue found her opening.

  In a split second, the world seized.

  All over, her body trembled with a blind recklessness.

  She released a crazed cry of pleasure.

  The shockwaves split her, from head to toe.

  And she couldn’t stop the wave.

  A second coming…

  But, her surrender made her fight harder.

  A wicked wantonness stole her senses.

  She worked her mouth faster and set a frantic pace.

  Like a pitiful beggar, he pleaded shamelessly. As he called out, his usual deep tone was weakened and strained. An undeniable tension gripped his hard body. In his desperate touch, she felt every bit of it. A stream of hard shudders tore through his sweat-glistened body. Finally, he couldn’t escape his own sexual destruction.

  In a violent growl, her name was ripped from him.

  As the hot gush of semen filled her mouth, she selfishly celebrated.

  But, she couldn’t yet…

  They broke from underneath the covers.

  With one fast move, he maneuvered her and positioned her on him.

  She was in riding position.

  Only a backward thrust one…

  Right now, he was drinking a full view of her back and ass.

  Slowly, he slid a finger down her spine.

  A helpless shiver skated through her.

  His hoarse whisper held a heady passionate promise. “I’m going to fuck you.”

  Just as the words left him, his body moved.

  The sensations split through her at the feel.

  “Ah…ah…ah…” she moaned, settling on him deeper, and clasped her thighs tighter against him. Panting hard and fast, she lifted her hands and buried them in her hair. Working her hips slowly, she matched his rhythm, stroke for stroke. As he filled both hands with her hip’s lushness, she moaned harder and breathlessly. “I want more…Braden…more…”

  At her plea, he rose up from the bed and clenched a strong arm around her waist. The blatant action only deepened his already deep penetration.

  Oh, the glory…

  Against her back, his hard breaths came fast.

  Hers was just as frantic.

  His hands were hungry.

  As they closed about each breast, she knew it.

  With his every desperate pant, he kneaded them, and somehow managed to tease each budded nipple simultaneously. In desperation, her head fell back, and her greedy lips found those that were just as greedy.

  Tongue to tongue, sweat glistened body to sweat-glistened body, they loved.

  ***

  Saying that she was happy would be a glorious understatement, she decided, the next morning, nearly skipping down the stairs. How about elated, ecstatic, enraptured, over the moon…

  A scant moment later, she’d journeyed into the kitchen. As soon as she’d passed over the threshold, she nearly stopped in surprise upon spying Lola. Like always, his mother was a mysterious figure, once again fully dressed in a white veil and white flowing dress. Upon seeing her, Lola stiffened in response, but resumed her eating.

  Well, it wasn’t like she could run away, she pondered while nearing the dining area. Not that she didn’t want to especially considering their last encounter.

  She straightened her shoulders and fixed a smile.

  But, she wasn’t going to bolt like a frightened dear.

 
; She loved this woman’s son.

  Somehow, someway, she’d carve a future with him.

  So, a cordial relationship with his mother was a must.

  “Good morning,” she murmured politely, settling in the chair straight across from her, and then scooted forward. After positioning a napkin across her lap, she surveyed the scrumptious breakfast food on the table. “Everything looks and smells delicious.”

  “Of course, it does. My Carmine is the best at everything.” Through the veil, Lola scrutinized her openly. “I take it that you’re well today. You have this vibrant glow about yourself, and you’re practically beaming.” She forked a piece of bacon into her mouth. “Any particular reason for it?”

  “No.” A warm pleasing flush stained her brown features. “None at all.”

  Of course, that wasn’t exactly true.

  After spending nearly the entire night making love with Braden, she was waltzing on cloud euphoria. Truth told, she was fortunate to even be walking! Sweet heavens, she mulled, turning her attention away from Lola, and grabbed the platter of pancakes. Their lovemaking sessions had been gloriously intense. They’d done it so much that she’d lost track! Each time, they’d both became ensnared within their intricate web of mutual obsession. Deeper and deeper, they were falling in love.

  “I owe you an apology,” Lola admitted, and shame played in her voice. “The last time that you were here, I made sure to make your stay unpleasant---”

  She looked at her in surprise. “No, you don’t have apologize---”

  “Yes, I do.” Behind the veil, Lola’s jaw set firm. “There’s no justification for my rudeness towards you. Worse, I accused you of setting out to hurt Braden.” She sat back further in her seat. “Looking at you now, I really see the truth.”

  Stiffening in the chair, she looked at her. “What truth?”

  “It’s a truth that I didn’t want to accept.” Lola grasped a fork in her frail hand and stabbed at the eggs in her plate. With ease, she lifted the veil high enough just to take a bite and then dropped it back into place. “You love my son.”

  “I love him more than anything.” Now, nervous herself, she poured the syrup over the pancakes. Then, staying her unsteady hand, she carefully placed the tin cup back onto the tabletop. “When we first met, I gave you the wrong impression of me---”

  “You did nothing of the sort,” Lola said sharply. “I hardly gave you a chance. Sadly, I was so fixated on this idea that you were out to use and hurt him. But, I was wrong about you. I can see that clearly now.” Then, more guilt played in her tone. “All those months ago, I forced you into leaving. Truth is, I’m not used to sharing Braden with anyone besides Cassius and Carmine.” Her hand was shaky again as she raised a napkin to her lips. Rather than lifting the veil, though, she touched it against the fabric before dropping it down. “We’ve been such a close knit family for so long. The thought of someone else intruding upon it makes me leery.”