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“Why not just fill one can, then?”
Brow quirked up, it seems he’s already thought of that, too. “Two balances the weight better.”
Climbing down from the tub, I slide onto his lap and grip both sides of his face. “We. We are going to fill the rest of the tank and head to the panels, right?”
“Yes. I promise I won’t leave you behind.”
“I know. I trust you.”
Chapter 36
I lie on my side facing the fire, while Titus presses his chest to my back. Having secured the perimeter, as he does every night before we lie down, he pulls me into his body that blazes like an inferno. Light kissing to my shoulder is only a minor distraction to the thoughts swirling inside my head. Thoughts of him being captured by Remus and his men, and my having no awareness of it until he, ultimately, doesn’t return.
Thoughts of what Remus might do to punish him.
If they bothered to keep him alive, at all.
“Your mind is somewhere else,” he says against my skin.
“Yours isn’t?”
“Not when I’m with you.”
“I’m sorry, I just …. I think too much. It’s a curse.”
“You need to stop thinking about this. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“I want to, but I can’t. If Remus--” A hand across my mouth cuts my words off at the same time fingers slide between my thighs. The bruise on my cheeks is only a minor ache beneath the pressure of his hand.
“You talk too much, too.” His fingers tunnel their way along my seam, circling over my sensitive clit.
The sound of my moans trapped against his palm is an unexpected delight. As much as I try to deny it, I seem to enjoy being at a disadvantage around Titus. Teeth graze the edge of my throat and bite down at the crook of neck, at the same time a quiet growl rumbles in my ear.
Eyes rolled back, I arch into him as he drags his tongue over the tender spot, my movements limited by his unwavering grip.
Knee prodding the back of my thighs, he holds my legs wide and dips his fingers up inside of me. A whimper escapes me and I reach back to grip tight to something, finding his cock pressed against my backside. In the same tempo that he pumps his fingers in and out of me, I stroke his length, reveling in his masculine grunts and moans in my ear.
“You are the best torture, Thalia. What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right now.”
His delicious words only stoke the flames inside of me, while he squeezes my mouth in time to each glide of my palm, as if he’s imagining his own hand there.
I love being at the mercy of this man. This beast, who could easily break me if he wanted to. He could violate me in every manner, and I would welcome it.
He won’t, though. As many times as I’ve begged him to, and even this morning, when he briefly entertained the thought, I knew he’d refuse. The man is stubborn and protective to a fault.
Fingers slick with my juices, he drags the sticky fluid up my belly and rubs it across one of my nipples. I arch against him, my moans fizzling into his skin. Two fingers thrust up inside of me, harder this time, and he spreads me wider. “Imagine me buried deep inside of you. Fucking hell, you’d feel so soft, so tight.” His voice cracks on the last word, as I squeeze his shaft in demonstration of his fantasy. “You make me weak, woman.”
Faster, his fingers thrust, and just as he said, I imagine him between my thighs. His big body swallowing mine as he rocks into me, his hips slamming against mine. A long droning moan rattles inside my mind, and I roll my head back and forth, squirming against him, as my muscles tighten. My nipples stand rock hard, and I caress one while keeping with my strokes along his cock. Harsh breaths slam from my nose, beating against his fingers still trapping my mouth.
“Come on my hands. I want to lick every drop of you from my fingers.”
His words!
I arch again, my body spasming with the heat building inside of me, ready to explode. I tremble to hold it back, to resist the impending crash, but I can’t.
I can’t.
Tingles burst across my skin, and I let out a muted scream into Titus’s palm.
