Better When He's Brave

“Titus . . .” Just saying his name made me feel better, stronger.

He chuckled against my most sensitive place and it brought my hips up off the bed. I tugged on his hair to let him know he was headed in the right direction and he squeezed my ass in return.

His head disappeared between my splayed legs and I gasped as he used his clever tongue to distract me. His fingers tickled the back of my knee as he started to devote his attention to all the slippery and needy flesh in front of his face. He licked. He sucked. He bit. He chuckled again the more anxious I got and the harder my hands grasped his hair. He used his hands and mouth in tandem until I couldn’t see straight, and when I was a quivering mass of nothing but pleasure and completion under him, he started all over again.

After the second orgasm I was sure I would never move again. Titus let my legs slide back to the bed and then stopped to kiss his way along every scrape, every cut, every bruise, every mark or imperfection that hadn’t been there before I tangled with Conner’s man. The sweetness of the gesture got me all choked up, and once he was braced over me, his biceps straining as he held his considerable weight over me, I couldn’t stop from wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down so that he covered me like a sexy security blanket.

He kissed my chin and my black eye. He kissed his way across the angry red mark the knife had left at my throat. He nuzzled his nose into my ear and whispered, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”

I could feel the remorse in his massive body. I could feel the way his regret and anger made his muscles tight. But honestly, I cared more about whether he’d stay once I revealed what I’d been planning for that Glock than I did that he wasn’t there to protect me from Zero. I rubbed my cheek against the roughness of his, held him close to me so that our hearts jumped and leaped to touch one another through our chests, and told him, “I can take care of myself and take care of you, Titus. No one should underestimate me.”

He sighed into my ear and it made my hair flutter. He curled his arms underneath my shoulders and shifted so that his lean hips settled into the cradle of my own. We were touching as much as two people could touch. I had never felt so much a part of another human being in my life. It seemed like I would die if he were ever to be torn away from me. So much of Titus was now woven into the fabric of who I was and who I knew I deserved to be.

He lifted his hips and let them drop back down, rubbing his erection between my swollen and sensitive folds. It was a breathlessly sexy tease that had me pulling my legs up along his sides and lifting my own hips to follow his movements.

“I never underestimated you. I overestimated myself. I thought I could play this game, let you risk everything for the end goal, but I was wrong. You are more than more to me, Reeve. You are everything right now.”

If his light caresses and reverent touches hadn’t been enough to make the tears spill over again, those words and the way they were growled at me out of the man and the beast’s mouth were. They were both staking their claim and I couldn’t have been happier.

“I’m embarrassed to admit how long you’ve been everything for me, Titus. Any risk was worth it to end me up right where I am with you right now.” And God willing it was enough to keep us together like this after the truth came out.

He slid along the crevice again. Making sure the tip of his cock hit my clit with each thrust and retreat. It was enough to have me tugging at him impatiently to just get inside. Sex with Titus had always been a full-contact sport, and while I liked the soft and sexy stimulation, I was needy and really wanted that sense of fullness and being owned that came with him entering into my ready heat. He was making an effort to be nice and thoughtful, considering what I had been through the night before, but I didn’t want the reminder. I didn’t want any of that to ever have a place here between us, so I locked my legs around his lower back, dug my ankles into the rock-hard globes of his ass, and impaled myself on his turgid cock.

The way my body devoured him made us both gasp. I clawed at him with my fingernails and threw my head back so that I could look up at him. His eyes were luminous with silver heat, and a high red flush decorated his cheeks.

“You already made it all better and kissed all my boo-boos. It was sweet, but now I need you to fuck me like you normally do, please.” I batted my eyelashes at him and nudged him again with my ankles, hoping he would get the hint.

His eyebrows dipped over his glowing eyes and white flashed on his face as he grinned at me. “Did you just ask me to please fuck you?”

“Yes. Now, will you move?” I wiggled my hips impatiently, which made his dick twitch inside of me. I squeezed it back and he muttered a dirty word.

“Well, since you were so polite about it . . .” He shifted his leg just a little so that my hips tilted upward and then began to ride me the way I was practically begging for. Our hips ground together. My breasts were flattened against his chest. Our breath mingled as we breathed each other in and out instead of kissing. His hands pulled on my shoulders, which would hurt after the tumble I took earlier, but I loved it. I needed it. I craved this sort of wild and unhinged kind of give-and-take with him. It was mine. I was the only one he gave it to, so there was no way I was going to let him hold it back from me.

He growled some more, pushed my legs up even higher along his ribs, and grabbed a pillow that was next to my head. He shoved it under my backside, forcing my hips to lift up even more off the bed and then got to his knees as he continued to pound into me. He watched me from his elevated position. His eyes locked on mine and he drove us both closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. I loved the way he started to sweat, started to glimmer like a polished statue all hard and strong. It was an unbelievable turn-on, so I couldn’t help but rake my hands over my nipples. I stopped to play for a second, which made him move even faster and his eyes shine even brighter. When I felt his fingers dig deeper into the skin of my hips, I knew he was close.