Rise of the Titan

by Pressley James

  At some point, he removed his robe.

  Now, they were gloriously skin to skin.

  The sheet melted away from their writhing bodies.

  A fiery need tore through them both.

  A breathless second later, he broke from the kiss.

  “No,” she protested, weakened, between swollen lips. Eager now, she rubbed her body against his suggestively, letting her needs be known. When his hungered gaze met hers, she nearly came apart. Again, the sight of his need for her was past thrilling. As he attempted to rise, she clenched her thighs about his body and stayed him. Her action elicited a satisfied groan from him. Good! Like her, he needed to suffer! Pouting, she said, “Why did you stop? I don’t want you to leave.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.” A light flickered in his eyes. Now, it seemed that his words carried double meaning. “But, I did promise to feed you.”

  The coolness met her body as he left the bed.

  She started to protest, but didn’t.

  An embarrassed flush stained her features.

  Because of him, she was turning into a complete sex addict!

  She couldn’t get enough!

  But, rather than grabbing up the tray, he lifted the small gold syrup cup from it. Then, turning towards her, grinning roguishly, he asked with utter calmness. “What about a little serving of honey syrup?”

  She stayed her frown.

  There certainly weren’t any pancakes on the tray.

  Yet, she was hardly in the mood to upset his feelings.

  After all, impressing her was his main goal.

  Her nod seemed like a jerk.

  Perhaps because she was pissy because he wasn’t sexing her up!

  Instead, she murmured, “Honey syrup is fine.”

  As he crawled onto the bed again, he smiled at her again, and all thought was lost but him. Still, she strove to find a level of balance. Arching a perfect brow, she eyed the maple syrup in his hand. “I know that you’re not good with this cooking thing or whatever. But, you do need something to go along with syrup.”

  “I do have something to go along with it.” His gray eyes sparkled with sensual mischief. “That very something is you.”

  She gave a dumbfounded look. “Oh.”

  “Lie down.”

  A thrill chased through her.

  His intent was clear.

  She’d be well fed.

  By him…

  Suddenly, she failed to feel any coolness as she lay on her back. A searing hotness burned her flesh all over, inside and out, and all because of his intentions. Her gaze was transfixed on him as he knelt on his knees at her feet. Carefully, he placed the syrup cup on the bed beside him. Finally, unable to stay her eagerness any longer, she gave a trembling word. “Titan…I---I---”

  Already, his breathing was ragged. “What?”

  Gulping past her sudden nervousness, she shook her head. “Nothing.”

  “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look this morning? Fuck, but what else is new, right?” His roguish smile was disarming. “Beauty naturally becomes you.”

  A breathless gasp left her as he grasped her feet. “Are you trying to flatter me?”

  “Just speaking the honest truth.” All humor fled as he spread her thighs apart and then pushed them upward until they were bent at the knees. Again, she was wide open for his perusal. Wide open, hot, sticky wet, and ready. When he closed his hand about her sex, she nearly jackknifed off the bed, and her reaction pleased him immensely. Her sharp intake of breath was indicative of her desire. “You’re not too sore are you? We have been going at it pretty hard.” Now, arrogance tinged his smile. “Damn, how many times did I tap that ass?”

  Her chest heaved uncontrollably. “You arrogant son-of-a-bitch.”

  “An arrogant son-of-a-bitch that you love to fuck,” he muttered thickly, massaging her hot heat, and ripped the deep moan straight from her. Eyeing her close, he gauged her needy reaction outright as he stroked her. But, he was affected by his own actions. His uneven hoarse tone showed that he was turned on as well. “…as much as he loves to fuck you.”

  “And what led you to this sudden revelation?” she gasped, forcing back a moan, and fought to keep some semblance of a barrier. Couldn’t she show that he didn’t have total power over her body? But, the slow deep kneading against her mound was maddening. All too soon, their playful banter would be cut short when the feelings became too powerful. Oh, sweet goodness, something needed to save her, and that very something was him. “Probably that ego of yours talking again.”

  Another delicious caress broke her moan free.

  “Not ego, damsel,” he growled, fingering her deep. “This body of yours is telling me all that I need to know. My touch is the only thing that it wants.”

  And he was right…

  Her body was a traitor.

  Where he was concerned, it held absolutely nothing back.

  “Braden.” Panting softly, rearing up on both elbows, she strained to get closer. The exhilarating feelings were racing through her body again, and she’d risk everything to capture them. Both pride and shame were easily overridden. “Please don’t stop.”

  At her request, he applied more pressure.

  “Oh…yes…yes…,” she huffed, throwing her head back, and thrust her hips forward. Whimpering softly, she bit her lip, but still, it didn’t seem that there was enough contact. Yet, if she made just the right hit against his hand, she mulled, inhaling fast breaths, and fully concentrated on her hip’s thrusts. She’d find the glory that she sought. When he stayed her movements suddenly, her sexual frustration mounted, and her thunderous question came out in a loud gasp. “What are you doing?”

  “Reminding you that when it comes to us---there are no quick fixes. We savor every flickering second.” He dipped a finger into the syrup cup. After doing so, he stuck the syrup-laden finger into his mouth and suckled on it. “Damn, this is some insane shit. But, it’ll taste even sweeter on you.”

  Staring at him hard, she waited with heady anticipation.

  He passed a long appreciative glance at her.

  Then, it finally started.

  A new and different sweet torturing game…

  Like before, she’d fold and cave into it…

  The syrup stung her flesh with a pleasing warmness, clinging along the crest of her full plump breast. In a perfect stream, the honey flowed down her stomach onto her navel. When she received a fresh pouring of the rich sweetness between the apex of her thighs, she writhed on the bed in sudden need.

  His shadow fell across her as he braced himself above her.

  Instantly, he claimed her lips in a drugging kiss.

  Several mind-blowing seconds later, she was breathless.

  As he moved away, she made a soft protest.

  His hot mouth met her flesh.

  With his lips, he smeared the honey against her skin.

  Slowly and erotically, he laved the sweet syrup from the rise of her breast, and then suckled a pebbled nipple inside his mouth. “Please don’t stop,” she begged shamelessly, holding his head firmly in place, and forced closer contact. Once more, she embraced a mindless euphoria as he loved her. “Keep doing that…oh…oh…”

  By the time his mouth moved to her other breast, her breaths were coming in short gasps. Again, how was it possible for pleasure to be so keenly gratifying? With his teeth, he nipped at the swollen nipple before swallowing it whole. Over and over, he suckled it until it budded even harder.

  His lips branded her skin as they moved down.

  Torturing seconds later, he met her special spot.

  “Please put your mouth there,” she pleaded shamelessly, writhing her hips. “Please…”

  As his mouth clamped over her pussy, her head lolled back.

  The intense contact and pressure sent her body upward.

  Full exposure…

  All for his glorious taking…

  With fast pleasing jabs, his tongue stabbed her clit.


  Again, she met a mindless and pleasurable euphoria.

  Against his head, she clamped her thighs tighter and whimpered. “Braden…”

  Yet, there was no stopping him.

  He was her destroyer.

  Against the rising need, her eyes fluttered closed.

  Oh, yes, he was her glory.

  “Damn,” he breathed hoarsely against her mound. His mouth parted wider, releasing a fresh bathing of hot air against her flesh. “You taste even sweeter than sweet, sweet love.”

  Through the pleasurable abyss, she attended loosely to his words.

  For how could she ignore every delicious stroke that he initiated upon her body? Against her aching, needy body, his hot mouth was a deadly weapon. Oh, sweet goodness, she was slain, she panted in short breaths and strained closer to his mouth.

  Against her flesh, he murmured her name.

  A violent tremor racked through him as he loved her deep, and she sensed his own loss of control. Between her trembling thighs, his head dabbed faster, and his large body quaked against the bed.

  The feel was too good…

  Too great…

  His last lethal stroke was a killer.

  The blinding need splintered her apart.

  Finally, all her control was lost.

  She let out a powerful scream.

  As the orgasm stiffened her body, he gave a triumphant growl.

  Then, like a thirst-starved man, he supped her gushy wetness into his mouth. Her thighs trembled badly alongside his head. But, he made a soothing sound before staying them with his large hands. Immediately, he switched tactics, and she could only lie there weakly as he crawled up her body.

  All her thoughts were smothered as he stole her lips.

  On her own lips, she tasted their sex.

  The heady taste was glorifying.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he whispered hoarsely against her lips, and his huge body shook violently. Already, with his knee, he was nudging her legs apart. “I’m going to fuck you…even more than I already have.”

  His words sent a thrill through her.

  With a blinding readiness, she opened herself wider to him.

  As his huge body covered hers, she eagerly accepted his intrusion.

  With one bold stroke, he sheathed himself deep inside of her.

  Crying out his name, she clawed at his back, absorbing the shockwaves as he rocked inside her deep. With her fingers, she lovingly traced the lines of his scars, and with a wild eagerness, she matched his movements, stroke for stroke.

  A wild sense of urgency gripped them.

  Their heated bodies grinded harder and faster.

  The passion stole them.

  Only their bare want existed.

  Like her, he was gone.

  His hard grunts of pleasure killed the silence.

  Atop of her, his huge body quaked violently, and he growled her name just at her ear. Without a doubt, like her, he was losing all control. That fact was gratifying enough.

  “Oh, Braden,” she wept joyously. “Yes, yes, yes…”

  Eagerly, she sought his lips and found them.

  The kiss was filled with desperation.

  They tongued each other fast and deep.

  As they did, their lovemaking intensified.

  With his hard body, he pressed her deeper into the mattress, defying every law of gravity as he brought their bodies closer. To her very core, she felt him…felt their dangerous heat and passion…

  She tightened her hold on him, sinking her fingers into his hips even more. So deep that her nails left crescent moons in his flesh…so deep that their sweating, naked bodies were solely one…

  With every satisfying, deep, and long pummel, her muscles clenched at him tight. Now, in their private world, there was no sense of reality. For their senses were claimed with an incredible wondrous glory.

  She wrapped her legs around him.

  He beat into her harder.

  In a mind-blowing second, they both were claimed.

  ***

  Cloud euphoria really did exist.

  Barefoot, dressed in white knit pajama pants and nothing else, he nearly skipped down the stairs before veering in the direction of the study. Moments later, after settling behind the desk, he reared back in the plush chair with an exceedingly satisfied sigh. A pleased smile curled his lips at the thought of the woman lying upstairs, tired, exhausted, and reeling from another cycle of endless passionate lovemaking.

  In fact, it was late afternoon, with both of them losing track of time.

  His arrogant smile widened.

  Hell, how many times had they gone at it?

  5, 6, 7, 8….

  Fuck, they’d nearly broken the bed.

  Against the walls, they’d sexed each other up, and their passionate lovemaking had probably left behind a permanent stain.

  And the fucking shower, he mulled, nearly releasing a growl.

  There was nothing sexier than their wet, slick naked bodies joined together so damned tight, clinging and fighting for dominance. Gloriously, equivocally, they’d both been winners at the very end.

  After she rested up for a bit, they’d go for round 99.

  The static from the walkie-talkie interrupted his thoughts and he frowned at the intrusion. To no surprise, he was being summoned by Cassius and no other. That very fact doused his good mood. For the last several hours, hadn’t he been living in fool’s paradise and pretending that the outside world wasn’t real? Of course, like the bitch it was, real life had to interfere. “What the hell now?” he muttered darkly, rearing forward in the chair, and snatched the radio device from the desk. Blowing a frustrated breath, he pressed the call button. “If there’s another human carcass rotting on my fucking property, I swear---”

  “Chill bro. Relax,” Cassius soothed on the other end, but still, tension laced his heavy tone. In the background, there was the sound of a rumbling 4x4 truck which meant that he was en route to the house. “In the end, we both may rot in hell for our actions, but we handled that situation in the only way that we could.” He paused for a scant second. “Believe it our not, we have a bigger problem on our hands. Shit’s about to get realer than real.”

  The tension turned his features to granite. “What’s happened?”

  “Lucinda Ricci’s what’s happened. Listen, there’s too much information to unload. As much as I hate throw a kink into your little pseudo-love affair, I’m afraid that I’m going have to intrude for moment. I’ll be there in ten.”

  “Alright.” His nod was swift. “Later.”

  “Fuck,” he cursed, placing the radio device back onto the desk. Then, he released a pent-up breath of frustration and grabbed the pencil off the desk. The more he concentrated on the issue, the faster he twirled the pencil in his hand. After a few seconds of fast twirling, he snapped the pencil in half before throwing the broken pieces across the room. The chair nearly toppled as he came up fast. Turning, he looked out the window and faced the outside world before cursing under his breath. “How am I going to handle this shit?”

  Dealing with his lecherous father and his cohorts was enough physical and mental torture. But, now, a bigger threat loomed---Vitali discovering that he was at fault for the Ricci deal going bad. At this point in time, that was too much heat, and that meant continuing to play his hand right where Lucinda Ricci was concerned.

  And that meant protecting Bella from his sordid lifestyle, he realized with rising determination. As much as he wanted her, he didn’t want to destroy her. Being a real and true part of his life wasn’t even a remote possibility.

  “Being bitch slapped back to reality is definitely eye-opening,” he said bitterly in a hushed tone and stared at the sky. “I was a fool to even contemplate that I could offer her anything real.”

  She had no place in his world.

  A woman like Bella deserved everything.

  To be cherished…

  To be treated royally…

  Respected�
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  Loved…

  His expression hardened further.

  It’d take one helluva man to deliver those things.

  But, hadn’t life already taught him that he was far from perfect?

  He’d never be Mr. Right.

  ***

  Giving a gleeful smile, she fastened the pajama top’s last button.

  His pajama top, she mulled, feeling the warm blush spread over her, and an overwhelming giddiness capped her entire being. The feel of him…the masculine smell of him…it seemed to be wrapped up in the piece of clothing. Quickly, she combed a fast hand through her disheveled tresses before piling it atop of her head in an unfashionable bun. Then, yawning and stretching, she padded towards the window.

  With a grateful sigh, she pushed the curtains back and allowed herself to breathe in the mere presence of the afternoon hour. “Am I trapped in heaven or some alternate reality?” she whispered quietly, sending a pleading look to the heavens. “I’m getting in over my head, and the bad thing is that I want to. For the first time in my life, something is truly about me. No lies. No pretense.” Finally, she found the courage to breathe the words out loud. “Braden---I’m developing real feelings for him. Heaven help me, but I like him, like him more than a lot.” Sighing, she closed her eyes before fogging her breath against the cool window pane. “Yes, he’s far from perfect, and I don’t see him as being a monster, though the rational side of me says that I should.” Her gaze perused the skies once more. “Maybe it’s wrong. But, I love being with him. I just do.”

  She turned away from the window.

  Her gaze went straight to the bed.

  A hot blush stained her brown features.

  The bed was badly mussed.

  The smell of sex masked the entire room.

  “Oh,” she breathed, pressing a fist against her mouth, but still was unable to silence the sound of pure contentment. “Incredible is hardly the word to describe being in your arms. It’s more than I could have ever imagined---almost like it’s unreal.”