Page 20 of Sold to the Titan

As expected, her face turns a beautiful shade of red. I like how, after three years and four months of marriage, I can still make her blush so easily. She steps closer and tugs at the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it. I raise my arms, laughing when she has to stand on her tiptoes to slide the shirt over my head. She glares at me, but I only laugh harder, and because I can’t resist, I lower my mouth to hers.

She eagerly opens her mouth beneath mine, her hands gliding sensuously over the lean muscles of my stomach to my chest, over my nipples to lock around my neck, setting my whole body on fire for her. My muscles quiver instinctively under her touch, my cock growing bigger in my pants.

She takes hold of the button that fastens my jeans, but her hands are so unsteady that I have to reach down to place my hand over hers. “Easy, love,” I purr, pulling the zipper with my hand over hers. I’m not wearing underwear beneath my pants. My cock springs free, my hand guiding hers as she pulls my jeans over my hips, down my buttocks until they fall to the ground in a pile beside her towel.

Once we’re both naked, I let my gaze rake over her again, hungry for the sight of her. The scent of honey and herbs from herdamp skin, one taut nipple peeking out from between strands of golden hair, her luscious breasts rising with each rapid breath.

Before Aria, I never thought it was possible to crave one woman over and over again. No matter how many times I make love to Aria, no matter how hard I orgasm, I’m always hungry for more. I want her with a vigor I can’t control, and it’s only grown stronger with time.

“Come here,” I say, pulling her closer to my body. Tucking a finger beneath her chin, I duck down, brushing my lips over hers. I groan, immensely pleased by the slight shiver that passes through her body. I let my mouth wander, tasting the honey-sweet skin of her throat, teasing her earlobes between my lips until her body is shaking helplessly in my arms, her breaths coming out in short pants.

I bring my lips back to hers, inhaling her soft moan as our tongues meet. She melts in my arms, her body pressed against mine, kissing me back, matching me stroke for stroke. I let myself get lost in her, lost in the scent and feel of her, the need for her thrumming in my veins.

When I can’t take it anymore, I drag my mouth from hers and scoop her into my arms, carrying her to the bed. I stretch out beside her, my mouth reclaiming hers in a slow, deep, passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless.

I lift my head, pin her arms above her head with one hand, then reach down with the other to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples into tight buds, tugging them with my fingers and flicking them with my thumb. She gasps, letting out a loud moan. I know that her breasts are extra sensitive because she weaned Lilian only two months ago, so the merest flick of my thumb makes her shiver. And when I flick my tongue over one beaded nipple, shesucks in a sharp breath. I close my mouth over the puckered bud and suck. She cries out my name, arching her back and pushing her breast further into my mouth. I continue to tease her, sucking on one breast and cupping her other with my free hand, my thumb tracing circles on the sensitive underside.

Her breathing comes in shudders, her body trembling, her eyes squeezed shut, a look of torment on her gorgeous face. Brain buzzing with lust, I shift my mouth to her other nipple, grazing her with the edge of my teeth, then sucking hard until she begs for me to stop, squirming against me, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking relief.

Sliding a hand between her thighs, I lift her right leg and drape it over my hip, spreading her wide. I glide my hand over her inner thighs, teasing her, slowly working my way upward. She whimpers my name, her nails digging into my scalp, the smell of her arousal teasing my senses, slowly driving me over the edge. I slide a finger inside her and she lets out a breathy moan, her hot, slick walls clenching tightly around my finger.

I let out a low growl, my hips flexing as if my cock is buried deep inside her instead of thrusting against her thigh. I want to fuck her so badly right now, but I also want to take my time pleasuring her, loving her. I continue to stroke her, then slide a second finger inside her, stretching her.

“In a few minutes, my cock is going to be inside you, kitten…” I murmur into her ear, sliding my fingers out and pushing them in again. “…stroking you just like this.”

She shivers, tense, and I know she’s picturing it in her head—my cock in her pussy, slamming into her hard and fast. Gathering her body’s juice on my finger, I slide it out and rub the silky wetness over her clit, the little pink bud swelling at my touch.I continue to finger-fuck her, watching her face. Her rosy lips are slightly parted, her face all red and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and she looks so fucking beautiful.The most beautiful woman in the world.

Her body is tight with tension that seems to arc through her and into me, shooting straight to my cock. “I can’t believe how lucky I am that you’re mine.” My words came out in urgent whispers as I flick her nipples with my tongue, unable to keep my mouth off her, my cock so hard it throbs. “I want you so bad it fucking hurts.”

Then she gasps, seeming to hold her breath as the tension inside her peaks and shatters. She lets out a shaky sigh, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, her gorgeous face contorted as pleasure wracks her body. I continue to move my fingers in and out, keeping my rhythm steady, trying to make her pleasure last, raining kisses on her breasts, her throat, and her lips, until the quaking inside her slowly fades.

When her climax has passed, she lies there, in my arms, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, her breathing soft and spent. Her hair is a tangled mess around her face, her lips curved in the faintest of smiles.

She opens her eyes, smiling lazily as she turns on her side to face me and leans over to give me a quick kiss on the mouth. I wrap my arms around her and deepen the kiss, the two of us twisting and rolling on the bed in a tangle of limbs, hands, and bodies.

I finally pin her beneath me, both of us breathless. She chuckles, trying to overturn me again, her eyes glinting with a playful defiance. “You think I’m yours, huh?” she says playfully. “Are you sure you can afford me?”

“Oh, kitten,” I whisper, stretching myself above her. “You know I would pay so much more for you. I would give anything and everything to keep you. You aremine. I’m barely hanging on to my last shred of control. Don’t test me.”

“And what if I do?” she asks, her expression a deliberate challenge.

Lifting her left leg, I wrap it around my waist and with the slightest thrust of my hips, I’m buried deep inside of her. I remain still, holding my body rigid even when she starts to grind against me.

“W-what are you doing?” she asks, her voice laced with an almost comical frustration.

“Answering your question,” I reply with a smirk.

She stares at me. “What?”

“You asked what would happen if you challenged me. I’m showing you. Now, what do you do?”

“I’m sorry,” she says in a contrite tone that contradicts the mirth in her eyes.

“For?” I tease further, holding back my laughter when she shoots me a warning glare.

“For challenging you. I’m yours. Only yours, forever. Now, please move your ass. Literally,” she adds, and this time I can’t hold back my laughter.

“God, I love you,” I murmur, leaning forward to kiss the tip of her nose. “I love you so much.”

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