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“Fuck.”

Heat spiked in my center as he returned the sensual assault against my sex. I gripped the counter for balance, my vision blacking out for a moment, and then his lips were on mine.

Hungry.

Punishing.

Devouring.

I returned the ferocity in kind, nipping and sucking and moaning. My arms looped around his neck, my legs closing around his waist. He lifted me against him, then slammed my back into the wall beside the fridge, placing his erection right where I wanted it.

“Naughty little fae vixen,” he accused, his voice harsh. “You’re going to regret not letting me feed you first.”

I slid my center against his hardness and sighed, “I doubt it.” The last few weeks felt like unending foreplay. Yes, Exos and Titus had gotten me off—a lot—but not being able to return the favor had been the ultimate tease.

This was my first time seeing or feeling Titus bare down there.

And oh, how he didn’t disappoint.

I clawed at his shirt, needing him to be completely nude, and dropped it on the floor.

Solid muscle pressed against my curves. So hot. So strong. So mine.

The connection between us snapped into place without thought, a feeling of finality settling over me as Titus’s fire welcomed mine with open arms.

It sent a shudder through him.

Through me.

Through our bodies where they almost joined.

And then he was there, sliding home without warning and completing us on a level of existence foreign to us both.

His name left my tongue to travel over his, and he returned the favor, whispering words of worship out loud and directly into my mind.

What I felt with Exos was incredibly different from this. Still amazing. Still absolutely perfect.

Yet, Titus carried a note of finality, of unbridled promise for always, and I accepted him with a flourish. It felt right. Perfect. Absolute.

Oh, and the manner in which he moved within me… Mmm. My head fell back on a groan, the sensation of utter fulfillment thriving through my veins.

Titus’s lips fell to my neck, his hands roaming my sides, tweaking my breasts, memorizing every inch of my skin. My nails raked down his back, slipping back up to touch the tendrils of his thick auburn hair.

This was so much more than sex.

Passion fueled the air, our breaths mingling in hot pants, an inferno engulfing us both. But fuck if I could stop it. I let it overwhelm me, shoot me over the edge into a field of stars and light and bliss. A place where only Titus and I existed. An embrace overflowing with our kindled energy.

“Claire…” His mouth found mine again, his tongue a benediction against mine, his touch the life connection I craved.

The eruption building inside me seemed tied to him in an impossible way, as if I couldn’t explode without him. But his continued thrusts, his strokes, his ministrations, built a maelstrom of sultry power that vibrated through my limbs.

“Please,” I whispered, needing a release. He’d created this insanity, this blaze of ecstasy that lurked on the precipice of more.

His teeth sank into my lower lip, his hips driving harshly into mine.

Oh, there would be bruises.

My back bore the brunt of his force.


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