He wanted to devour, tease her until she cursed his name and then begged for more. She pushed him beyond his limits, and yet eventually bowed at his demand in reward of his touch.
“I never wanted a fucking mate.”
Desire carved harsh lines into Rae’s features. “Not your mate.” She yanked at her t-shirt, pulling it off her head as he gripped her hips. “Humans can’t mate.” Her bra went next, and before the fabric even hit the floor he’d sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth.
She’d look perfect tied up, bent over and spread open. At his mercy. But he didn’t have time to do what he really wanted, the need between them intensifying until it seeped beneath his skin.
“Not yet,” he said against her breast, scratching her delicate skin with his stubbly cheek.
He knew he should stop, Rae emotionally fraught. But the thought evaporated when her hand sunk between them, stroking his length against the denim. He pushed against her hand, seeking the friction. He’d used her hand to get himself off last time, but it wasn’t enough.
Not when the hunger between them was so unyielding.
“Don’t I get a choice in this?” she asked, squeezing hard enough he saw stars.
She cried out when he smacked her against the wall, grip loosening until he pulled her hand away. “I’ve always given you a choice, but it doesn’t make it any less true.”
He’d never allowed a woman to touch him during sex, not seeing the point when he got off on the domination, but with Rae he craved it. He wanted her fingers through his hair, her lips pushing against his while he spread her around his cock. Fuck, he found he’d started to love her attitude, because it meant he could punish her for it later. And with that pain, came the most intense pleasure.
Mine,his beast rumbled, and Titus finally agreed. There was no more denial, no more excuses. Not when it came to her.
“Please,” she begged. “I need more.”
He dropped her to the floor, watching how the skin on her breasts flushed pink, how her nipples hardened. “Take the skirt off.” He wanted to worship her totally bare, exposed while he remained entirely clothed.
He froze at her teasing smile, at the way she hooked her thumbs in the waistband. She wiggled the fabric down her hips, moving so slowly his body ached from how tight he held it. Her underwear was soaked between her thighs, and before she could remove them he lifted her over his shoulder, smacking her arse with the palm of his hand.
She yelped, legs clenching as they hung down, and he could feel her arousal soak into his t-shirt. As quickly as he’d picked her up, he threw her down onto the bed, her body bouncing for a single second before he was on her, pinning her hands above her head.
“Keep them there, and don’t move an inch.”
Mischief flashed across her eyes, but biting her lip she nodded. He knew she wasn’t going to stay still, not without restraints. The visual alone was enough for his cock to twitch, Rae’s fair skin bound tightly in black rope, tight enough it was an abrasion. Every time he moved, every thrust and it would rub her raw, each rope tied specifically for her pleasure.
“I can’t wait to see you bound, completely at my mercy.”
Rae moaned, pushing her head back against the bed.
He wanted to consume her, revel in her surrender. “Imagine all the ways I could take you, my Rae of sunshine. The ways I could make your body explode, and you couldn’t do a single thing except take my cock like a good girl.”
She gasped, skin quivering beneath his touch, rippling.
“Use your words,” he said against her lower stomach.
“I need you naked,” she panted. “Please.”
Titus leaned down to lick straight through her fabric covered centre, only for her hips to bow off the bed, seeking more friction. Her cry was beautiful as it echoed around them, and Titus was thankful Marshall was staying with the witch below, that no one else could hear her screams. They were for him, and him alone.
“Don’t move.” Reaching over his back he pulled off his t-shirt, leaving him in just his jeans, his cock aching against the zip. His second lick was harsher, tongue seeking the wet heat beneath.
“I swear If you don’t –”
Her underwear tore, his tongue delving deeper as he licked her with quick, hard strokes. He didn’t stop, not giving her a single second’s break as he devoured her needy pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth as she cried out, drenching his face.
Her body was coiled, ready to explode, but rather than stroke her through her orgasm, he pulled away. She wasn’t allowed a release, instead flipping her over until she was on her front, pushing her up onto her knees. He pressed his denim covered cock against her, leaning over until he could whisper in her ear.
“Be a good girl, and maybe you’ll get my cock.” Last time he’d forced several orgasms out of her in quick succession, but he knew if he edged her enough, she’d explode so hard she’d forget about everything else but him. Just for the moment.
She panted, pushing back against him. “I said naked.”
