Along his hardness, her insides throbbed.
Her muscles clenched about him so tight.
So tight with an incredibly erotic-tinged friction…
The feel of him was too damned good.
A sharp stab of pleasure hit her.
A fresh gush of wetness spilled from her.
Gasping softly, she jutted her hips forward.
“Sweet fuck, Bella,” he rasped, sucking in a hard breath. “I’m trying to hold on---”
On instinct, her body moved again.
The treacherous movement sent a spasmodic wave through her insides. Somehow, their contact became that more intimate, and he was buried deeper than deep. Trembling uncontrollably, she cried out softly at the intensifying glorious feel. “Oh, Braden…”
At her plea, his hips thrust forward.
Then, there it was…
One perfect slide…
One so perfect that she forgot to breathe…
A deep stroke within her that was earthshaking…
So mind boggling, in fact, that all reality suspended.
In that moment, he was her world.
They were the only thing that existed.
In the murky shadowed distance of her consciousness, she heard his sensual taunting. Within his claiming, their drugged and hungered gazes met and held on with a newfound veracity. His reckless promise met her ears. “Tonight, I claim you as mine.”
But, her sexual confusion held her mute.
She was too caught up in the feels.
Though, she bit her lip, her desperate moans escaped.
Together, they initiated a deep stroke.
At the movement, his own resolve was shattered to bits and pieces.
“Bella,” he groaned countless times, struggling within his own madness. The pleasure on his face was compelling. It was so raw and real that it bled into a realm of complete submission to her. He tightened his jaw, but still couldn’t contain his animalistic sounds. “Bella…oh sweet fuck…”
Over and over, he pumped into her, setting a slow torturous pace that was gloriously intense and exceedingly satisfying at once. With each stroke, she cried out his name, pleading for a little extra with every breath.
In a slow timeless rhythm, their bodies moved in sync.
With one quick movement, he hoisted her up, and now her hips no longer touched the bed. Now, her lower body was positioned at the perfect upward angle. Her thighs were anchored against hips, enclosing him at a precise point between them. Oh yes, they were all the more closer, she gasped wildly at the direct contact. To the hilt, their hot needy bodies were joined.
That was a dangerous thing.
In perfect timing, her body moved along with his.
A round of breathless cries left her.
His ragged groans filled the night.
“Braden,” she gasped. “Oh, Braden…”
Had anything on this given earth ever felt this damn good?
The pressure within her built.
Suddenly, she needed more.
Boldly, she asked for it. “I need it…please…take me more.”
An indecipherable pleased curse left him.
She received a just punishment.
One that she eagerly relished…
A deeper…intensely deeper…slow plunge inside of her…
Then, three fast successive ones…
The throbbing ache between her thighs pulsated strongly.
Suddenly, she felt the need to come.
But, her release would be too fast.
Too soon…
And oh, she wanted to prolong the gratifying agony as long as she could.
Trembling uncontrollably, she clenched her thighs tightly against him. Yet, she couldn’t stay the distraught passionate cry. The imprisoned plea broke free. “Braden…”
Her plea was like fire to gasoline.
In a flicker of a moment, their lovemaking intensified.
Their pace became demanding and relentless.
Faster and faster, over and over, he pummeled into her.
With his every direct hit, she cried out more.
Still bound, she embraced a different desperation.
But, not in a need for any escape….
Yet, a need for more bondage in a different sense…
In every way, she wanted him to enslave her and possess her…
While the room hadn’t been drenched in quiet before, it was now filled with even more animalistic sounds. But, a raw and profound coupling such as theirs defied any realm of normalcy. This was exactly how it was supposed to be----untamed and unchained.
Breathing hard and fast, she struggled to find some clarity.
Yet, again, though, she was blinded by pure passion.
In unison, their hot heated bodies met and fell.
The frantic pace they set was incomparable.
Together, they raced toward the inexplicable glory.
On the pleasurable horizon, she glimpsed the peak.
As the violent climax seized her, she screamed out with pure joy. Again, the wild rush threatened to forge past and burst free. Like a merciful beggar, it pleaded for release. Within her fiery pit, the unrelenting pressure met the breach, and just when she felt she couldn’t hold on, he pumped into her again, finally breaking through her resolve. A spasmodic wave of pleasure hit her as she exploded. This release was more primal and invigorating than the first, she gasped, mouth wide open with no sound escaping, and embraced the pulsating wonder. Finally, satiated and complete, she released an endless round of gratifying sobs. “Braden…oh…oh...oh…”
But, he couldn’t speak out.
The naked bliss arrested his handsome features.
Against her body, his body jerked twice before stiffening. A deep ragged cry left him as the euphoria gripped him. In a fast rush, he accepted his own violent releasing before collapsing atop of her naked body. “Oh, sweet fuck…Bella….”
For a long moment, they just lay there, reveling in what they’d found. Then, at some point, he freed her, and as soon as he did, he pulled her close. Heaven help her, the last thing she wanted was to pull away, she mulled, clinging helplessly to his sweat-drenched body.
Soon after, the candle burned out.
But, the faint moonlight escaped inside the room.
Lying on their sides, they faced one another.
A different shyness stole her as she reached out.
Was he real?
Had she completely imagined such an unforgettable and passionate encounter?
She touched her fingers against his lips.
A warm rush of unsteady air bathed them.
His voice shook. “Bella---”
She pleaded with her eyes. “Shhhhh….”
Silence was what she craved.
If the quiet was broken, would it shatter the walls of the illusive world that they’d escaped to? It was a foreign world that she wasn’t ready to leave yet.
Mesmerized further, she traced a path along his stubble, memorizing the very feel of him under her touch. Beneath her fingers, he felt so…so…sexy. The roughness against her softness was indescribable in many ways. Yet, the sole truth was that uniqueness tinged every elusive description.
In the darkness, their soulful gazes clung.
An unspoken message passed between.
Somehow, they just knew.
Knew how profound and rare the experience had been…
So, it was only natural that they edged closer. It was only fate that brought their bodies together again.
With a breathless sigh, she closed her eyes in further surrender.
This time, their lovemaking was more subdued and calm.
Another albeit journey of discovery into another.
But, as he sheathed himself inside her again, all calmness dissipated.
Once more, she was hurled into a pleasurable oblivion.
***
Quiet had finally stolen the dawning hours.
Solitude w
as his craving.
After ensuring that she was fast asleep, he’d crept from the bedroom.
Now, he was here.
The small overhead light shone on his robed figure as he descended the stairs to the basement. But, as he entered the man cave, the usual sense of peace and contentment evaded him. Instead, being there only heightened the simmering unrest within him, he noted, bypassing the lights, and made a beeline straight to the sofa bed. After switching on the tiny reading lamp, he plopped down on the bed. Releasing a pent-up sigh, he positioned the acoustic guitar against his chest. Rather than playing, he stared moodily across the semi-darkened room.
“What in the hell’s wrong me?” he muttered quietly and shook his head. “Damn it, Bella---you’re the only thing that I can think about. In such little time, you mean too much to me, and that’s a fuckin’ problem. If anything, I know that I’m no good for anyone.” He closed his eyes as if pained. “In a million lifetimes, I’d never be good enough for you.”
That very thought was distressing.
He struck a chord, playing until meeting the desired tempo.
Unsurprisingly, the tune was dark and melancholy.
But, hadn’t some part of the night been tinged with such a spirit, he mulled with growing disdain, bobbing his head while fiddling the guitar strings. The mafia, lies, drugs, dead men, a murderous asshole father, and revenge---the constant ugly sordid dealings always fucked his life over.
Without a doubt, they’d kill his chance at any fleeting happiness.
And the day had been one helluva day.
There weren’t too many things that disturbed him.
Yet, finding the dead body earlier, having to decide what actions steps to take next…he shuddered with distaste. It’d left a bitter feeling in his bile, and deep down, he pondered if even the smallest amount of goodness existed inside of him.
A decent man wouldn’t be in such a predicament.
But, hell, even in infancy, decency hadn’t been a part of him.
The anger burned in his chest.
He was Vitali’s spawn.
A spoiler to good society…
That fact only proved that he’d came straight from shit.
For a moment, he played the haunting melody and allowed the self-pity to overpower his own reasoning. While he absorbed the musical sounds, his tumultuous thoughts became a fine mixture within them. During times like this, his realness was on point and sometimes difficult to process.
Now, his thoughts were scattered pieces.
As he stared blindingly across the room, he fought valiantly to seize hold of the only thoughts that offered clarity. “And that’s you, damsel,” he whispered, pained. “Why are you the only fucking thing that makes sense to me? You’re the only thing that’s real in my jaded world. I’m a fool for wanting you to be a part of it or even thinking that you’d want to be.”
Immediately, remembrance of their intense lovemaking took focus.
He stilled for moment, halting the song.
Sure, he’d been with countless women before.
But, none of the encounters had been like this.
With her, he’d completely lost himself.
There wasn’t any sense of control.
She ignited an emotional and physical firestorm inside of him.
Their lovemaking had been glorifying, magnificent, mind-blowing…
Until her, a woman’s touch had never evoked such an explosive reaction from him. Within a millisecond, she revved his libido, and he’d experienced a hard-on that’d been nearly unbearable at points.
In truth, he couldn’t get enough of her.
The feel of her soft skin…the sweet smell of her body…the pleasing taste of her tangy wetness…the plumpness of her breasts…the way her pussy clinched about his dick…
He closed a free hand about the bulge beneath the robe and found proof of his arousal. Groaning softly, he gave a slight squeeze and released a deep shudder of satisfaction.
“Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely, feeling the pleasure rack through him. “Just thinking about you makes me hard. Even now, I just want to be inside of you.”
And he had been inside of her, he mulled, dazed.
Straight up, pure dominance had been his game.
With a blinding eagerness, she’d gloriously submitted.
In the candlelit room, they’d become one.
Nothing existed but them.
He’d buried himself inside her so deep, daringly seeking a profound intimacy with their coupling. Their wild passionate union had brought about that very effect. In her arms, he’d sought a personal closeness---that deep connection that stirred between them. Hour after hour, he’d chased that very feeling and caught it, possessing with a blatant selfishness that was surprising to even him.
Every encounter had brought them closer and closer, connecting them on an intimate level that was both exciting and frightening at the same time. Why? Before, he never wanted to anything past a fast no-strings attached tryst. With her though, he wanted more…wanted to keep holding her…wanted to protect her…wanted her to…stay…
That was the frightening part.
He wanted her to stay.
“Damn,” he sighed, feeling the tingling sensations in his chest. “You’re everything, Bella, and there’s nothing that I want more than to know you better.” Finally, he voiced his real longing and need. “Maybe I have no fucking right, but I want you in my life in some capacity, in whatever little way you’ll have me.” Revved with a new determination, he began strumming the guitar again. “And I will find a way to make you mine.”
Chapter 10
Smiling contentedly, she stretched beneath the crumpled sheets before frowning at the intrusion. The sunlight filtered past the curtains in fine streams, signaling that a new day had finally broke through and ushered the other one away. As her hands met the cool empty space in the bed, she experienced sheer disappointment. After pushing the disheveled tresses from her face, she propped up on her elbows.
“Please don’t tell me that you’ve cut out on me again,” she groaned in disappointment, falling back against the pillows, and couldn’t hide her forlorn expression. Then, turning onto her side, she hugged the pillow close. “After last night, how could you even think of doing so?”
Her eyes met the melted candle on the table.
A warm flush stole over her face.
Just how many times had she felt his burn last night?
“Oh, Titan, you’re so incredible,” she whispered in awe, and the butterflies flitted in her tummy at the very thought of him. “And everything that I feel for you is so wrong.” She stared unseeingly at a point across the room. “But, maybe for just a little while longer, the real world can disappear. At least until I figure out how to handle these feelings.”
Suddenly, noise sounded at the door.
Quickly, struggling for composure, she sat up in the bed.
The door flew open, admitting a white terry-robed Titan.
Against her volition, a pleased smile curled her lips, and she couldn’t stifle the pure giddiness blooming through her. Still, she said shyly. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. Your beautiful awakening is bad timing, however. My intent was to surprise you. So, surprise, surprise,” he grinned sexily and glanced down at the laden tray in his hand. The small tray was filled with fruit and other delights. “I wanted to show you that I wasn’t totally incompetent. I am capable of some things.” Giving her a playful wink, he booted the door closed with his hip. “My beautiful damsel, I give you breakfast in bed.”
“That’s so sweet,” she murmured, and pleasing warmth filled her. Again, he was killing her with kindness. “You didn’t have to do that.”
While crossing the room, he winked again. “I wanted to.”
As he made way towards her, she couldn’t help but stare.
Damn, but he was fine.
The white robe exemplified his well-toned physique. His dark hair was unkempt, a
nd the stubble shadowed his jaw line. Even more, a peaceful calm exuded from him, and he seemed content.
Her heart flip flopped.
Like her, was he feeling their connection?
She adjusted the covers before pulling them to her chest. At this point, though, striving for modesty was ridiculous considering. And would she ever overcome the effect that he had on her. Already, her stupid heart was going pitter patter as if Cupid were about to strike his bow and connect them forever.
When their gazes met, she offered him a shy smile.
Suddenly, she was tongue-tied.
“Quiet this morning, huh?” He placed the tray onto the nightstand. “After last night and early dawn, there’s probably a good reason for it.” The mattress dipped under his weight as he crawled on. Like a stealthy predator eyeing its prey, he moved towards her before crawling under the covers. As he lay atop of her, he released a satisfied groan at the feel of her naked body against his partially clothed one. Then, turning serious, he flicked his gaze over her face. “Speaking of last night, are you holding any regrets?”
She stared at a point on his chin. “None.”
“Can you at least look at me?”
Her eyes fluttered to his.
“Now, that’s better,” he said huskily. “Hi.”
Her smile was shy again. “Hi.”
His head lowered and blocked out the light.
Her eyes closed in quiet submission.
When their lips met, he captured her moan and robbed what little air she had remaining for breathing. Grasping both of her hands, he pinned them above her head, asserting his virile dominance as he’d done so many times thus far. His heavy weight crushed her naked body deeper into the mattress, and with a shameless eagerness, she sought to get even closer. Like she’d done countless times last night, she surrendered to his demands with a blind submissiveness.
She gasped in satisfaction.
He possessed her that much.
Their kiss was passionate, deep, and knowing.
After hour upon hour of endless lovemaking, they’d discovered much.
Just the right places to kiss…
Just the right places to touch…
Just the right spots to linger…
With each encounter, their passion had grown more volatile and intense. In a profound way, they were feeding an uncontrollable mutual obsession. Within that realm, there were no rules or limits. Through air-starved broken kisses, they whispered sweet nothings, journeying closer to yet another steamy encounter.
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