When he puts me on my feet, he removes his cut, his eyes never leaving mine. He reaches behind his back and tugs his shirt over his head and my clit throbs. Titus is so fucking sexy, and his body is a work of art covered in art.
I match him article of clothing for article of clothing until we’re standing in front of each other naked like a mutual offering. My nipples harden in the cooler air in the house and from the heat in his gaze. His spruce and cinnamon scent wraps around me and makes me even wetter.
While holding up my engagement ring, I tease him, “It’s almost completely official.”
He growls, “Don’t tempt me to take you down to the courthouse right now, Teach.”
I giggle and shake my head. “If I’m only getting married once, I want it to be a proper celebration even though it doesn’t have to be huge or anything.”
“If?” His voice holds a warning as he asks.
My eyebrows pull together as he steps forward. The predator in his gaze is easy to see. I open and close my mouth, uncertain about what he’s asking.
“You said, ‘If I’m only getting married once’, but there is no if about it. You are only getting married once. To me,” he possessively reminds me.
I can’t help but giggle. He looks so pissed, but it’s adorable, and I know he’s not really mad at me and my bad word choice. And I love it when he gets all growly.
“As I was saying,” I keep going while completely ignoring his little outburst, “since it’s almost completely official, I’m ready.”
He looks at me, clearly confused. “You’re ready?” His words are slow as if he’s turning them over in his mouth.
“Yup,” I chirp brightly. “For babies.”
Titus freezes and a bead of pre-cum drips from the tip of his cock. Sinister desire curls in my gut because I know what is about to happen.
“I think it would be nice for our first to be close in age to Graycie and Snake’s kid,” I muse.
Then he moves.
He slams me down onto the soft bed and wrenches my thighs open. The moment the crown of his cock kisses my entrance he knows I’m drenched for him. His eyes flash with something feral as he surges forward until he’s buried balls deep inside of me.
I screech and arch my back as my fingers find his shoulders and I dig my nails into his flesh. The burn of being stretched around him has me only wanting more.
The pace Titus sets is intense and the only thing I can do is cling to him as I ride the wave of dominance and pleasure.
“You want me to put a baby in your belly?” His words are filled with depravity.
“Yes,” I moan while arching my back and moving my hips to meet each devastating thrust, “fill me up. I want all of your cum.”
“You’re going to take it, grow round with my baby, and show everyone just how much I love and am devoted to you,” he grits out the words through his clenched teeth. “Come.”
One word. A single demand.
I fall apart for him, the walls of my pussy clenching around him and begging for his seed. The sound of just how wet I am as he fucks me through my orgasm fills the room along with my moans and keening gasps.
“That’s it,” Titus groans before slamming deep inside of me and stilling, “gonna breed you so damn good. Take my cum, Ezra. Milk it out of my balls.”
We’re both breathless as we come down from the high together. He presses his forehead against mine before kissing me with so much tenderness that my heart aches.
“I love you so fucking much,” he rasps against my lips. “You’re a renegade, Teach, but I’ll always watch your back while you forge your own path.”
“I love you, Titus,” the words are cracked, but only because I love him so damn much. “My biker. My Prez.”
He growls and I know he’s planning to fill me again and again until I’m too satisfied to move. I can’t wait.
EPILOGUE
THREE MONTHS LATER
