He kissed her deep and so thoroughly her toes curled and her heart-rate kicked up a notch. It was a bit rough, a bit clumsy and a whole lot sexy.
Titan broke the kiss, his eyes remained closed for a few seconds and then he threw her a sexy half-smile. “I might just be converted.”
“Me too.” More breathless.
For just a moment she was tempted to tell him to hell with the main course but he had gone to so much trouble. Titan let her go. “I’d better get those steaks on the grill.”
“Sounds good.”
He went over to the fridge. His ass looked good in those jeans.
They chatted while he cooked the meat and then chatted a whole lot more while they ate. The food was delicious.
Natasha pushed her plate away from her and looked down at her second empty glass of wine. She covered up the glass as Titan tried to refill it. “I’ll just have some water, thanks.” She wanted to enjoy tonight, which wasn’t going to happen if she got plastered.
Titan grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and placed it in front of her and then got busy clearing the table. “Please, can I help you?” She began to push back her chair.
He shook his head. “No, you stay right there.” He put the dishes in the sink and started to wipe down the counters.
Natasha went over to where he worked and put her hand over his. “Let me do this while you get the dessert.” He looked down at where they were touching. Her chest was touching his side. His warmth seeped into her. She could smell him. It made her want to lean in and bury her head against his chest. It was the perfect balance of clean and masculine.
His nostrils flared, like maybe he liked the way she smelled too, even though she wasn’t wearing any perfume. She’d come to realize that that often meant that he was horny. Titan frowned, looking fierce. Yup, he was definitely aroused, and by such a small touch.
She wanted him. Had waited all damn day. “Did you go to a lot of trouble to make dessert?” She bit down on her lower lip and his gaze tracked the movement.
He shook his head. “Nope. Not at all.” He turned towards her, putting them chest to chest. “Come to think of it, I’m feeling pretty darned full. That was one hell of a steak.”
“Yeah and …” She exhaled. “My dress is feeling really tight from all the food. Your pants are probably also feeling pretty darned tight right about now.”
He choked out a laugh. “You have no fucking idea.” He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “I’m taking you to my bed this time … no fucking like animals.”
“Such a pity.” She pretended to be upset.
His hold on her relaxed just a smidgen. “I need to show you …” He swallowed hard and brushed his lips against hers. “To show you what it means to be treasured. You should be treasured, Natasha.” Another soft kiss. Quick and sweet.
Oh god! He hadn’t just said that, had he? Flip. Her heart pretty much beat out of her chest. “I’d like that.”
Titan picked her up. Easy as pie. Just lifted her off her feet and walked through to his bedroom. He put her down at the foot of the bed. He moved back an inch, his gaze devouring her whole. He reached for her.
“Wait! Don’t rip my dress. I quite like it.”
“You look good in it but I prefer what’s underneath.”
Natasha smiled. “This is quite nifty.” The dress wrapped around her, gathered together with a golden clip at her side. She pushed the clasp and it opened with a soft click. Natasha bobbed her eyebrows. “Cool, huh? Steve designed this dress.”
“Remind me to thank him next time we go there.”
We.
He’d said we and spoke about them like they were an item or something. It was a slip of the tongue. He didn’t mean it. She pulled the dress off and tossed it onto a nearby chair.
Titan pulled a face, he frowned and then chuckled. “What the hell are those?”
Natasha licked her lips and covered her boobs.
Titan shook his head. “No hiding from me.” He looked at her hands which were still covering the twins. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to laugh … it’s just, I’ve never seen … I have no idea what …”
Natasha laughed. “They are called chicken cutlets. They’re silicone adhesive pads. Women wear them instead of a bra to try to get some lift and to cover the nipples.”
“You don’t need them. You have fucking amazing breasts.”
“Yeah …” There was hesitancy in her voice. “A bit of a lift is always welcome though and my nipples—”
“Are perfection.”
She had to laugh at how serious he was. “They’re kind of out there though.”
“You walk around bra-less for weeks and all of a sudden you need these chicken steaks?”
Natasha had to hold her belly she was laughing so much. “Cutlets!” She laughed some more. “Not steaks. Although Steve called them turkey cutlets on account of needing such a big set. The girls are pretty big.”
“No more coverings.” He looked pissed. Then again, by the bulge in his pants she would say it was more of a serious case of blue balls. Natasha peeled each of the cutlets off. He looked at her like he wanted to eat her whole and in one sitting.
She wore a tiny sliver of white lace over her girly bits and her sexy red heels.
“I’m not sure where to start.” His voice was so deep and sexy. In itself a turn-on.
“Take off your shirt.” He had just about the best chest she’d ever seen on a man … including the television and every men’s magazine she’d come across. All of it.
He shook his head and picked her up.
“No?”
“Not yet.” Titan turned and set her down on the bed. He reached down and yanked at her g-string. One quick rip and it came away in his hand.
It really was sexy the way he did that. Even his frown was sexy and the way he pursed his lips. He put one of her legs over his shoulder, holding the heel on the other foot. Then he was between her legs, his face just an inch or two from her … well from there. He was so close she could feel his breath against her. Quick, short pants of heat. It sounded like he was sniffing as well.
Suddenly she felt really insecure. She tried to close her legs.
Titan growled. “I told you not to cover yourself from me, I’m just looking.”
“Um … okay.” Flip! She still hadn’t tidied things up down there. “If I had known I would’ve waxed or something.”
“Your pussy is stunning.”
That was a first. She cleared her throat. “Thank you. I think.”
“So pink. I love your fur.”
Fur? What? Then he had his tongue so far up her that her brain short-circuited in one fell swoop. In and out a couple of times and he was sucking on her clit. Then swirling his tongue around the little bud of nerves before delving deep all over again.
The guy could kiss.
He could kiss alright.
He could kiss in ways it counted most. Natasha gripped his head. She rocked her hips. She moaned and arched her back. Her staying power was epic. One for the record books. Half a minute later she was coming so hard, her eyes watered.
When she looked down, she was clenching Titan’s hair and her legs were gripping him like a nut-cracker. “Oh shit … flip … sorry.” She was out of breath.
Titan lifted his head and licked his lips. “Tastes as good as it looks.”
Natasha put her hand over her face. “You didn’t just say that.”
He smiled at her. Then flashed her his dimples and his pearly whites. His sharp pearly whites. “Your teeth aren’t always that sharp, are they?”
He kissed her inner thigh and then placed another kiss on her belly. “No.” Another kiss just under her belly button. “I’m turned on. It is natural for vampires to take blood during sex. So our fangs erupt.”
“Oh, I see.”
“It heightens the pleasure of the act. Mates take each other’s blood as a way to strengthen the bond.” He kissed her bellybutton.
“Oh, okay. You can take from me if you want.”
He groaned and moved to a sitting position. “I would like nothing more, but I can’t.” He undid the top few buttons of his shirt.
She felt like an idiot. “Of course not … shit … sorry … I mean we aren’t like, together, so …”
“It’s not that. I’m already breaking rules just by having you in my bed. It would be beyond unacceptable if I took your blood as well.” His eyes glowed a beautiful bright blue. Titan’s Adam’s apple bobbed and his gaze moved to her neck. “I can’t go that far. It doesn’t matter how much I want to. Thank you though.” He looked her in the eyes. “For trusting me. Not many humans would be so generous.”
“I do trust you.”
“It’s not just that. Most humans would be grossed out. I might be wrong but you seem to actually like my fangs.”
“They are a part of you so, yeah, I like them.”
Titan pulled his shirt over his head and toed off his boots. Then he pulled his socks off and undid the buttons of his jeans.
“Um, Titan?” she asked as he stood up at the foot of the bed.
“Yeah?” He pulled down his pants. Her mouth went dry. He was just that beautiful. Broad shoulders, abs sculpted from granite. Thick thighs and biceps. A narrow waist. Even the long hair and the beard did it for her. It was like looking at a legend. Like looking at Thor, only he didn’t need a hammer, he had one built in.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, I just keep thinking of your … that … as a weapon.”
“It is a weapon, a weapon made for giving pleasure.” He put a knee on the bed. “Giving you pleasure.”
She had to laugh. “That’s so corny, but I like the sound of it anyway.”
He gripped his dick in one hand and then stroked himself from tip to base. It was one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen. Made her laugh dry right up.
“You wanted to ask me something?” He gave his cock another healthy stroke.
“What?” Her eyeballs were still all over his weapon of mass destruction … make that, her destruction.
“You wanted to ask me something.”
“Oh! Yeah.” She lifted her gaze. It wasn’t easy. “You said you liked my fur and I found that a bit strange. It’s just that, well … most men like women to be clean-shaven or at the very least trimmed neatly. You know, a ‘landing strip’.”
“Landing strip? Seriously?” Titan looked disgusted. “I don’t think so. Do I look like I’m trying to land an airplane?”
“An airbus maybe.” She had to work to keep herself from laughing.
Titan did laugh. He slid on top of her, putting them nose to nose. She opened her legs and suddenly he was there. Right there. “I don’t need to be shown the way. I love your fur. You also have amazing eyes.” He was resting most of his weight on his elbows. Titan cupped her face. “And one hell of a mouth.” He kissed her. Softly and tenderly. Then he was inside her. Slowly working his way in. One inch at a time. He pulled her leg up, rolling his hips instead of all-out thrusting. He moved to her neck and kissed her there. She could feel his fangs, pressing against her flesh but not breaking the skin.
His chest was flush against hers, smashing her breasts against him. Then he was all the way in. The rolling motion caused friction against her clit. She moaned.
“So fucking tight. Another thing I love.” His voice was strained. Titan grunted. His mouth found hers. He peppered kisses on her lips, on each of her eyes. His movements were slow and controlled. He kissed her neck. He pulled up, holding himself in position with his arms. “Put your feet on my chest.”
“But the heels will—” She was panting.
“Do it!” He wasn’t moving anymore.
“So bossy.” She was still panting. Natasha did as he said. Titan thrust into her. Then, he kept going, using short, tight little movements that were still somehow deep and hard. She cried out. The noise sounding more like something a tortured person would make. He kept on going. Hard, deep, little jerky movements. The spikes from the heels dug into his chest but he didn’t seem to care. His features were both serious and pinched. His hair fell forward on either side of his face. His biceps bulged. He was grunting loudly with every thrust. She grabbed his arms, needing an anchor.
Short, tight and concise. Every little drive was right against that spot deep inside her. The spot designed to set off rocket launchers. She was making the most ridiculous noises. Unable to stop. Unable to do anything other than feel.
Then everything was tightening and all at once. Every muscle, every ligament, every tendon. Every last one. She was fighting for air. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide. Fighting for … and then they all relaxed at once … all letting go. Her nerve-endings went nuts.
There was a rush.
A push.
A falling sensation.
Natasha cried out. The sound came from somewhere deep inside her. Somewhere primal. Titan hunched over at the middle. His eyes wide, his mouth slack. His body jerked against hers. Those heels digging in deeper. He groaned, not sounding entirely human. A feral sound. It was, just like him, beautiful. He grit his teeth, continuing to jerk. His thrusts no longer nearly as controlled, just as deep though, just as powerful. After a couple more jerks, he slowed, his grunts becoming softer. His face was still strained, his eyes wild. He smiled at her through the lust, through the aftershocks of one hell of an orgasm. It melted her, turned her into a pile of jello on the floor. Made one particular organ skip a beat. He eased her legs back on either side of her. Still balls-deep.
They were both breathing hard. She realized that she was smiling as well. She must look like a crazy woman. Natasha didn’t care. “That was …” She could hardly catch her breath. “That was amazing. So good!”
His chest expanded and contracted against her. He nuzzled into her neck. “Yeah … it was.”
She had to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” She could hear that he was smiling as well. “You’re going to give me a complex if you keep laughing at me. Especially so soon after sex.”
“What happened to making me feel treasured? To not fucking like animals?”
He lifted his head, looking her in the eyes. “I guess I suck at being romantic. I’m sorry.” He kissed her. “I’ll do better next time.”
“I liked it just fine. I think fucking like animals might be just the way I like it.”
“Fine?” He had fixated on that one word. “Only just fine?” He raised his brows and shook his head. “I really have to up my game then.” Titan eased out of her and sat up on his knees. His cock was just as erect as it had been before. It jutted from between his thighs. He was mussed up, sweaty and quite frankly, really sexy.
“It was more than just fine.” She noticed the deep marks the heels had made on his skin. “Oh, flip. Your chest, I’m sorry.”
He glanced down. “That’s nothing. Less than nothing.” He rubbed a hand over the area. “It’ll be healed in a minute. I’d like you on your hands and knees,” his voice turned husky.
“Oh really?”
He palmed his cock again. Flip, a girl could get used to that kind of visual.
“Or …” He frowned, letting go of his dick. Such a shame. “If you’re too tired or tender …”
“I’m good.” She turned over onto her stomach and thrust her ass into the air as she moved onto all fours.
Titan growled low in his throat. “So sexy,” he muttered.
She felt a sticky mess run down her inner thighs. “I’m covered in your come though. You might want to fetch a towel first.”
He made a noise that told her he didn’t agree. “I love my seed on you.” He leaned over her, his chest against her back, his dick pushed up against her slit.
Titan nipped at the base of her neck. Again, she could feel the scrape of his teeth. It felt good. He put his mouth right by her ear. “Means I can pretend that you’re mine.” He gripped her thigh and thrust into her. All the wa
y in. She sucked in a breath.
“My scent on you, my seed.” He sounded primal in his reasoning. It must be a vampire thing. “Mine,” he whispered as he wrapped his hand around her belly. It felt both possessive and loving. It felt good. Too good.
Mine.
If only.
Then he proceeded to take her mind, one thrust at a time. It was his sweet smile and clumsy kisses that were stealing her heart though.
22
“Oh, my god!” Natasha shrieked.
Where?
What?
In the next room. Titan leapt out of bed almost falling on his ass because the sheet was wrapped around him. He pulled the thing off as he ran to the kitchen almost taking out the door.
Natasha gasped. “What’s wrong? Why …?”
“Fuck!” he groaned, clutching a hand to his chest and trying to catch his breath. He leaned against the counter. “I thought they had you. Fuck!” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Oh … sorry.” She widened her eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Well you did. Shit! I almost had a freaking heart attack.”
“I’m sorry.” Her brows were raised. “It’s just … I spotted this.” She lifted the pie dish out of the fridge using both hands. “It’s unreal. I thought you said you didn’t go to any trouble.”
“No trouble.” It had taken him an hour to make. He’d actually quite enjoyed it. “I followed the recipe and …” He smiled. “That website raved about this particular dessert. They said females love cheesecake. Especially raspberry cheesecake with white chocolate topping. It was guaranteed to help a male get lucky.”
She leaned against the fridge. “Lucky, huh?” Her smile widened. “And you didn’t even need it in the end.”
“The sun hasn’t risen just yet. It could still get me some action.”
“No, it hasn’t and yes, it could.” Her greedy little eyes were on his dick, which had risen quite substantially. He loved how she looked at him. How she couldn’t seem to get enough. The feeling was mutual. Her hair was a wild tangle from all of their rutting. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. She scented strongly of him. He liked it, a little too much.
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