Page 33 of Poisoned Roses

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.

CHAPTER 18

TATIANA

Ican’t believe I did that. I should be ashamed of myself. I pleasured a man and let him cum down my throat. I am a whore. A dirty, disgusting, needy whore, and I loved every second of it.

He let me explore without attempting to intervene. I liked that. It gave me courage to do something I’ve only wondered about until now.

I’m surprised how much I liked it. Giving him pleasure was a serious turn on and it’s as if he is the key that has unlocked a part of my soul that has been begging to be released for a long time now.

We are lying naked in my bed, under my terms and it’s empowering. The fact he’s the most attractive man I’ve ever met is inconsequential. It’s his rugged masculinity that turns me on so much. His cool demeanor and aloofness that intrigues me.

The way he is unapologetic about his actions, and yet is more considerate than any man I know is a quality I wasn’t expecting from him.

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