“Fuck,” he breathed, his grip tightening as I swallowed more of him. He was too big for me to take completely, so I wrapped my hand around the base and squeezed. Rather than eat his breakfast, he stared at me with admiration and desire, his stark need soaking me between my thighs.
This was supposed to be about him, but my body reacted accordingly, stirring a moan deep in my throat that vibrated his shaft.
Titus growled, thrusting upward and forcing me to take more of him. He cursed, his lack of control evident in the way he tried to pull away, but I refused to allow it, needing to feel the empowering motions of his hips. I raked my nails across his thigh, my opposite hand still wrapped around the base, and groaned as he shot upward again.
“Your mouth is fucking divine, Claire.” The harsh texture of his voice stirred a sensation in my lower stomach that only he could satisfy, but I ignored it in favor of providing him pleasure, my thighs squeezing together to keep my own needs in check.
Fire slowly trickled from his being to mine, the flames heating my skin and taunting my own to come out and play.
Passion smoldered between us, an inferno rising as it always did when Titus touched me. My pajamas disintegrated while the sheets remained, a show of fiery control from my mate, one that turned me on even more.
He tugged on my hair, pulling his hardness away from my mouth and yanking me upward to meet his kiss. My back met the mattress, Titus’s hips settling between my thighs, and in one thrust, he filled me to completion. I groaned, my nails digging into his shoulders to hold him to me as more flames painted the air.
He set the pace—a bruising, hard, punishing one that had my back bowing upward to meet him in our frenzy to fuck.
Blissful escape.
Ecstasy.
Hot.
Fuck, he mastered me as easily as his flames, his body knowing mine in a way no one else could. He used our shared element to intensify the sensations, covering my skin in a blanket of heat that left me screaming beneath him in the best way.
Harder.
Faster.
More.
My chants were a litany he returned in kind, giving me what I wanted until an explosion erupted between us and caused white lights to dance behind my eyes. His name was a curse and a blessing, his presence mine to adore, and our mating bond rejoiced between us.
“My Claire,” he whispered, his lips soft against mine, his tongue an addiction inside my mouth that I would never get enough of. He kissed me tenderly, adoringly, lovingly. His palms stroked up and down my sides, his cock an inferno inside me, and so damn hard despite our shared orgasm.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” I said, drawing my nails down his back and scoring his skin with fire, claiming him as mine.
He chuckled, his mouth falling to my ear. “Claiming me, Claire?”
“Yes,” I hissed, arching into him once more. “You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine,” he murmured, nibbling my pulse. “We have time for another round before class. Unless you still want me to eat?”
“You can eat on the way to class,” I decided, no longer caring about my omelet. I’d make him another tomorrow. “Fuck me again, Titus.”
“As you wish, my Claire.”
Chapter7
Titus
Iran my fingers through my hair, a strange sensation churning my gut. If I didn’t know better, I’d call myself nervous. But I was never nervous. Not even for my Powerless Champion matches.
Yet sitting here, beside Claire, and knowing I was the only guardian in her presence for class, did something to me. It put me on high alert, inspecting everyone in the room with a regard I never considered before.
I almost missed Exos and his constant vigilance.
Not that I would ever admit it.
I needed a distraction, and the lecture at the front of the room was not cutting it. Although, Claire seemed to be enjoying it. She sat on her little stone pedestal in the middle of the cement yard, her fingers clasped over the desk before us.
