“FUCK! Delilah, wake up. Oh fuck, thank the Guardians you’re okay.”
Were those tears in his eyes? Then again, we were both soaked, so there was no way to be certain.
I coughed and after a few deep breaths, I recovered relatively unscathed.
I knew I should be pissed, but I was just so relieved to be alive. The way he held me in his arms and the concern in his voice felt so damn good. His face was so close to mine. I loved the warmth his muscled arms gave. His lips hovered close to mine. His eyes shifted to my lips, and I wanted him all over again.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in closer.
“Kiss me, and I’ll forgive you,” I said breathily as I stared into his depths. Even through the mermaid glamour, I could see his soul of fire.
“That’s a win-win for me, Pickles,” he said with a charming smile, leaning in and holding my body close to his chest.
He was sitting on the cobblestone sidewalk in front of a row of older buildings. I could only tell their age because the coral structures looked dull and had started to crumble in the corners.
Not cobblestones—shells. The pavement was made of millions of shells embedded in concrete-hard sand. This part of town was not nearly as populated as the area where we came in. There was no one around. We were alone.
My lips met his with shameless lust. Instantly I became lost in his aura. His lips sucked mine. My hands cupped his defined jaw, and I pulled him in so my tongue could explore deeper.
He groaned, and his body temperature rose to an unnatural level. A chuckle rumbled from his throat, and he pulled away. My lips immediately ached from the loss of his warmth.
“Pickles…” he said darkly in his deep, rumbling tenor. “Keeping the glamour intact is not easy when you… distract me like this.”
I felt his cock bob under me, and heat burned through my core with desire.
“We can’t risk getting caught,” he added in a strained, breathy cadence.
I smiled wickedly. “I thought you liked the idea of getting caught.”
He chewed on my words for a moment—then something sparked. He remembered our first time in the alley. I saw his beautiful chaos take light.
“Shall we find an alley?” he tempted. “Take me,” I breathed.
The coral buildings around us weren’t constructed of straight lines like typical city buildings. The spaces between the structures were winding, and there were thousands of hidden, random gaps among the coral.
He stood, my weight in his hands, holding me bridal style. My wet wings brushed the shelled pavement as we disappeared into a twisted maze of ocean rock between buildings.
He stopped, and we crawled into a cavity in the pink rock and lay into it like a large bathtub. It was dark, only a small, horizontal gap of light poured in.
His kiss was intense, borderline violent, but that was pretty much Titus in a nutshell. His large, warm body was beneath mine. Every inch of him was hard; every muscle felt like scorched iron wrapped in flesh.
“I’m sorry, but I have to remove those ridiculous things,” he said between plunges of his tongue in my mouth, and our wings disappeared.
Then I realized it wasn’t just my wings. He removed my glamour completely, bringing me back to my smaller, weaker human form. He cupped my face in his warm hands.
“There… that’s my girl,” he said admiringly as he stroked my jaw with his thumb.
My heart did a somersault, and warmth flooded my veins. Those words—"my girl"—made me feel so loved. He loved me for me, not an enhanced Fae version of me, just me.
I couldn’t help but wonder, though, why he didn’t like the strong version of me.
I smiled and tilted my head into his hand. His thumb brushed my lips.
I bent down for one more sweet, simple kiss, then my hand roamed from his pecs to his neck and then his jaw. I jerked his
head to the side to give myself better access to his neck, and I began to give him a taste of his own medicine.
My mouth planted intense, borderline violent kisses with light nips of teeth on the sensitive skin of his neck, making my way down to his chest.
