I licked my lips, arching as need coursed through me, only to have him walk to the end of the bed to rest his palms on the quilt beside my ankles.
Not what I expected at all. “Titus?”
“Shh,” he murmured, trailing his finger over the arch of my foot. “Just feel.” A line of fire sizzled along my ankles, sending warmth into my veins and calling my own element out to play. “It’s all about the dance.” Molten sensation swirled over me, climbing up my legs, each kiss a sizzle against my skin.
“Oh…” I squirmed, my thighs clenching as the flames crept higher. “This is…”
“Fun?” he suggested, leaning over to lick the side of my knee. “Hot?” He knelt on the bed, his mouth trailing the embers up my thigh. “Arousing?” The warmth reached my center, sliding over my slick heat and cascading a series of tremors through my limbs.
This was so new. Most boys just fumbled around, touching me as they saw fit, but Titus’s movements were deliberate. Skilled. Erotic as fuck.
And the use of our shared element only heightened the moment, eliciting a passion inside me that required release. His name left my mouth on a plea, a worship, a prayer for more. He intensified the pressure of his gift, creating an inferno that encased my body, inflaming the room and igniting my very soul.
“You look gorgeous like this, drenched in my power,” he whispered, his lips against my hip and sliding across my lower belly. “I want to taste you, Claire. Can I taste you?”
I swallowed, my heart in my throat, my entire form literally alive with fire and energy. “Yes,” I hissed. “Yes.” The need to unravel tightened within me, my stomach a bundle of nerves with no outlet, and oh, fuck, was it hot. I could hardly breathe, could barely think.
Just Titus.
Just the feel of his heat caressing my skin, and his lips touching me there.
I bowed off the bed, his palm landing on my belly to hold me down with a growl. And all hell broke loose around us. So much fire. So much heat. So much Titus.
His tongue slid up and down my slick flesh, his mouth a miracle between my thighs. I wove my fingers into his hair, holding him there as embers drifted up my abdomen to my breasts. Some part of me registered how much this should hurt, but my elements pushed back, creating a sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Hot and cold.
Lava and ice.
Euphoria mingled with excitement, stirring a catastrophic force inside me that begged to be released. He caught my clit between his teeth, nibbling just hard enough to send a jolt through my limbs and force my gaze to his. The hunger reflected in his forest-green irises sent me flying, my orgasm ripping out of me on an animalistic scream that could likely be heard across the Fae Realm.
And I didn’t care, too consumed by the rapture flooding my veins to focus on anything other than trying to remember how to breathe. Ashes seemed to coat my tongue, fire crawling down my throat, and then Titus’s mouth was there, possessing me, teaching me how to exist beyond the elements. Helping me to overpower the inferno, to control it, to pull it all back inside and soothe it with a few calming strokes.
Out of this world did not begin to cover what just happened.
I blinked into the dark room, shocked. It felt as if a bomb had gone off inside me, rattling the foundations of the world. Yet, his room remained undisturbed, the garden still glowing outside the windows. “That was…” I cleared my throat, my voice hoarse from screaming. “That was…” Nope. Still didn’t have the right word. “Amazing seems too dull a description.”
He chuckled. “I’m taking that as a compliment.” He gathered me into his arms and pressed a kiss to m
y forehead. “Let me know when you’re ready to play again.”
“Again?” I could barely feel my arms and legs. Oh, but I hadn’t repaid the favor yet. That was what he meant. Rolling to my side, I pressed my palm to his hard abdomen, exploring the muscular dips down to the top of his pants. He caught my wrist in his hand and brought it up to his lips, giving me a kiss.
“When I mentioned playing again, I meant with you, sweetheart. And after you’ve gotten some sleep.” He placed my hand on his chest, over his heart. “It’s only three in the morning. I could use a little rest.” He brushed his lips against my hair, easing me into contentment.
“Are you sure?” I asked, yawning.
He chuckled. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m sure.” He pulled the blankets up over us, his shoulder acting as my pillow as I snuggled into his side.
“?’Kay. ’Cause sleep sounds good,” I admitted.
“I know.” Another kiss, his arm tightening around my upper back. “Good night, Claire.”
“Good night, Titus,” I whispered, my eyes drifting closed in a blissful state. I’d wake him later by repaying the favor. But for now, I’d take the reprieve and just… rest.
Claire
Something soft drifted over my lips, causing me to stir from my cocoon of heat. Piercing blue eyes smiled down at me, causing me to grin in response. Exos.