Page 46 of Wicked Titan

The wet fabric of his T-shirt feels warm beneath my palms as I move my fingers to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head, discarding it on the floor.

Clinging to his taut shoulders, I decide to call his bluff. He can be as much of an ass as he wants, but I know I have as much control over him as he holds over me, and he’s about to realize it. Skimming my lower back, his thumbs slip under my shirt as his fingers rub along the hem, warming my damp skin as they explore.

“Say it. No, or beg?” He teases my neck with his tongue as his hand slides up my back, pulling me to him, his hard cock pressing against me.

Breathlessly, I grind against him, wanting to drive him as crazy as he’s driving me. There’s no part of me that believes I’ll be able to hold out, but he doesn’t have to know that.

Stepping back, I grip the hem of my tank, pulling it above my head, tossing it to the side, exposing my bare breasts. “I won’t beg this time. So, it’s your move, have a taste or get the fuck out.”

Briefly, his shock is evident before it’s cloaked by a craving that I knew he wanted to fulfill just as much as I do.

“I want more than a taste tonight.” He dips down, sucking my nipple into his mouth as his hands slide into my shorts and under my panties, pushing them down in one movement, his mouth never leaving my skin.

He walks me backward, his touch flits over every part of my body, but I still want more, need more. I fumble with the button of his jeans, unfastening them to allow room for my hands to slip in. Pushing my palms down, I smooth over the firm muscles of his ass as he kicks off his jeans.

The back of my legs bump against the mattress, and I fall back on the bed. He wastes no time, his fingers sliding between my folds, his tongue trailing down my stomach, licking and teasing as he moves his head between my thighs.

My body arches off the bed, rocking against his mouth as his fingers glide inside me. Gripping his hair, I rock against his mouth as a wave of pleasure courses through my body, his name leaving my lips in a moan.

Asher trails his mouth up my body, pulling me to sit up on the edge of the bed. His mouth captures mine, his hand cupping the back of my head, keeping me right where he wants me. I can’t get enough of him. I slide my hand between us, stroking him.

He tenses, his hand clasping my hair as he speaks against my lips. “You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

His strained words stir emotions I’m not ready to feel, not ready to admit because they make me envision something beyond the physical pleasure I’m craving.

I lie back on the bed, shifting back as he follows, towering over me. His tongue teases my neck as his hand grips my thigh, but he doesn’t move as I anticipate him, needing him inside me.

Asher shifts, looking to me with hesitation as he speaks with such longing that it catches me off guard. “Tell me, Quinn. Tell me that you are mine. Let me claim every piece of you.”

“You already have.” The words breathlessly escape my lips before I can stop them because it’s the truth. No matter how hard I try to fight it, I know Asher has the power to be my undoing because he holds every piece of me in his grasp. I inexplicably bend to his will. I can only hope that he won’t rip out what remains of my heart.

Reaching between us, I position him at my entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock against me. “I’m yours.”

Grasping my thigh, he thrusts inside me, filling me as I cling to his shoulders. He stills while I hold on, his teeth nip at my jaw before his mouth crashes to mine.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispers as he pulls almost all the way out before driving hard into me again as a moan escapes my lips.

I hang on to him, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts as we move in rhythm. His thumb rubs my clit as he moves inside me, sending a wave of pleasure over me as he pumps into me with a hard thrust. A groan escapes his lips as he reaches his climax, bringing me with him.

He stays inside of me a few minutes, propped on his elbow as his head dips into my neck, feathering tender kisses along my skin. Sucking in a deep breath, he pulls out of me, rolling onto his back.

A few moments later, I’m still floating on a cloud of bliss as he slides off the bed. He grips my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the mattress as I sit up.

“Take a shower with me.” His voice is demanding though his rough thumb gently rubs along my jawline.

As we step into the shower, steam rises around us. He moves behind me, bending down so his tongue can tease my neck and his hands can glide over my body before he slips a finger inside me, and I whimper in pleasure.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

“You sure about that? Never is a strong word.” Breathlessly, I throw his words back at him. Even though I don’t want to entertain the idea that this could be more than a quick screw for him, I know I’m already in deeper than I should be. Especially when I feel hopeful as the word never leaves his lips.

37

It’s morning but a gloomy one as clouds smother the sunlight out. Rain beats against the glass of the patio door, waking me. I sit up in the bed, clutching the sheets against my nude body as I look around.

Asher is nowhere to be found. I’d swear it was a dream except the soreness between my thighs reminds me that it was real. He was here next to me as I dozed off to sleep draped across his strong chest, and I’d felt stupidly safe.

Sliding off the bed, I pull on a T-shirt to cover my exposed body as I step to the balcony door, looking out at the rain pounding against the patio.