Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
TITUS
S he is perfect. So perfect, and her nerves only excited me more. If that makes me a monster, then you’d be right. If I was a gentleman, I would have left her to sleep, but that was never going to happen. I have thought of little else all day and as I lit the fuse, I am enjoying the fireworks.
I knew Tia would need a gentle nudge and then explode into a vision of spectacular beauty, and I wasn’t wrong.
Her soft moan gives me the green light and as I push her back onto the bed, I kiss her skin, dragging my lips across every inch of it, relishing the thrill of unexplored territory.
Her nails claw on my back, causing my cock to swell and push against her sodden pussy. I make him wait because I will take my time and savor every moment of this delightful experience.
Her skin tastes sweet, almost addictive, and as my mouth enjoys a feast, my fingers explore her curves. Her touch is like velvet under them, soft, smooth and unexplored. Like a perfect peach that will never be the same again when the luscious skin is cracked open, revealing the soft sweet flesh inside.
She is that peach and as I move to her center; I swipe my tongue inside, relishing the sweet taste of forbidden fruit—the very best kind.
Her gasp of pleasure reassures me and as I suck her throbbing clit into my mouth, I bite down softly, her scream of pleasure disturbing the still night air.
“Oh, God!” She claws at the sheets, her body arching toward me as I push apart her sodden entrance and flick my tongue inside.
I am already addicted to her pleasure. Her body shaking as it deals with the intrusion. My cock is throbbing, desperate for release, but not tonight. Not until I know she is ready. Not until she can’t think of anything else. I may be a monster in many ways, but I’m not about to take something she has treasured for so long until I know it’s what she wants. Not now—not tonight. Not until she begs for it.
Power over another human being takes on many forms. Information in a business meeting can bring victory in adversity. Power over a situation brought about by knowledge and circumstance. Now the power I have over Tia is her desire for the unknown. She wants the experience, not the man, and I sense the balance of power shifting in her favor.
Why is it so important to me that she wants me and not just anyone who happens to be here at the time? Why do I want her to whisper my name and stare lovingly into my eyes? Why do I want it to be special for both of us?
Her orgasm hits her hard and she screams, a loud piercing cry that shatters the silence. Her release coats my tongue and delights my senses. It’s as if I have found a new delicacy that one taste of will never be enough. It must be knowing she has gifted me her soul as I go where nobody has before.
Her body shakes and I adjust my angle so I can watch her reaction and her eyes are closed, her lashes dusting her skin, soft tears trailing down her face, her skin a rosy pink glow.
She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She already was, but tonight she resembles a goddess as she lies beneath me, delighting in what I gifted her. My own needs are forgotten as I stare in awe at a woman I wasn’t expecting to find. An unexpected delight—an unexpected problem, because with every new discovery comes obsession, and I have found my latest one.
For the first time in my life, it’s not about business anymore.
Her shy smile tugs on my heart, and I roll onto my back, pulling her down against my chest, tangling my fingers in her hair as I attempt to regain control.
“You stopped—why?” I detect a trace of uncertainty, not disappointment in her voice, and I whisper huskily, “Sometimes anticipation is the best part.”
“The best part.” She giggles against my chest. “I doubt that very much.”
I smile as she snuggles in closer and gently traces her fingers across the tattoo on my chest.
“What does this mean?” She refers to the angel that sits above my heart, that is merely an outline with no details. Faceless if you like—almost ghostlike.
“My guardian angel.”
She kisses it softly and my cock twitches in hope and she pulls back and whispers, “Why isn’t it more detailed?”
“Because it hovers out of my line of vision, in the background. Watching over me and not revealing itself. An enigma, something that requires no introduction. An entity if you like.”
Her soft laugh amuses me. “You’re a strange man, Titus Romanov.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Once again, she snuggles beside me. “When will we take this further?”
Her question surprises me, but I admire it.
“When you are ready.” Is my blunt response, and she says shyly, “What if I’m ready now?”
“Only you can answer that, Tia.”
She lifts her head and stares into my eyes and I love the smoky desire reflected back at me.
She doesn’t say anything and just presses her soft lips onto mine, kissing me with a gentle hesitation, as if she is afraid I will bite.
I don’t.
I let her make the decisions and as she edges her tongue inside my mouth, I tangle her tongue in mine, relishing the intimacy one simple kiss brings.
This time she takes the lead and her fingers drift against my chest, as she explores at her leisure. Her breasts dust against my skin and my cock dances with delight against her thigh. Slowly, she moves down my body, exploring much like I did to hers and as her head moves between my legs, I don’t tell her to stop. She can make her own decisions. This is her moment, and as she licks my cock tentatively, the simple act is more erotic than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Silence sits between us as if the world takes a moment to still. There are no other thoughts in my head other than the pleasure she is creating inside me.
She presses a light kiss to my rigid cock and then opens her mouth to take me inside and as I slide inside her, it causes me to groan. “Fuck, baby–”
She gains courage and gently sucks, the pressure almost blinding me with pleasure. I’ve been given head countless times before, but it’s never made me feel like this. I lie back and give into the sensation of a sweet angel gliding along my cock, driving emotion into my black heart. She sucks harder, deeper and I resist the urge to grasp her hair and fuck her face hard but that is not what this is about. She is exploring uncharted territory, and this is her moment to discover something new.
It also appears to be mine .
This is new. Something is different about this experience and as her fingers curl around my balls, I jerk in her mouth, my low growl warning her to stop.
“Baby, you should stop.”
She ignores my warning and, if anything, pushes down harder, her head bobbing between my legs as she returns the favor. I am taken to another place entirely as the feelings she creates consume my mind. It’s as if I’m alone in paradise, my entire body resting on a cloud and as the pressure builds, she is right there beside me.
As I picture her soft face and sweet smile, I can’t hold back and as I roar her name like a wild beast, I cum so hard it hits the back of her throat without warning. Endless streams of release that she swallows without complaint and it’s only as I empty the last drop into her throat that I realize for the first time in my life, it was a name rather than a sound that came from deep inside my soul.
Her name.
As my heart beats fast and my mind comes back to earth, it’s knowing the angel that sits above my heart has a face now. She is the one I have been waiting for and didn’t even know it. Tatiana Pavlov is the woman fate delivered into my life and I didn’t realize the real purpose of her being here was the save my rotten soul.