Page 12 of Auctioned to the Titan

But I push the anger down. This isn’t about me. It’s about her.

“Tell me more aboutyou. What doyoulike? What doyouwant?”

She hesitates again, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the tablecloth. “I don’t know,” she murmurs. “I…I like these pancakes. They’re amazing.”

She’s changing the topic, but I don’t mind. She can do whatever she wants.

I watch her slowly take another bite, her lips parting gently as she savors the food.

A speck of pancake hangs by the side of her mouth, and before I even realize what I’m doing, I reach down and lick it off.

The air around us changes instantly.

She gasps but doesn’t pull back. “Oh…”

When I look at her, she has her eyes closed. I’m so close to her now, the scent of her skin intoxicating, mixing with the warmth of the kitchen. Or was it the warmth of her skin, too?

“Open your eyes.”

Her eyes flutter open, but her gaze is heavy with something more than just hunger for food. The tension between us feels like a wave in a storm, growing stronger with every second that passes.

The heat in her eyes matches mine. My pulse quickens and the space between us shrinks as I lean in.

“You know Alice. I’venothad breakfast this morning,” I murmur against her lips.

“Um. Do you want some pancakes?”

“I’d like that, if I can taste them off your lips.”

Her breath hitches, and she bites her lip, nodding shyly. That’s all the permission I need. In one fluid motion, I pull her chair back and part her legs, kneeling between them.

“Fuck,” I grunt when I see that she’s not wearing panties.

The hunger I feel for her is consuming, and my cock twitches, but I hold back. I want her to feel every second of this.

“Relax,” I whisper, kissing the inside of her thigh, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her closer to the edge. “Let me take care of you.”

She’s trembling, but I can feel the anticipation radiating off of her, see it in the way her body responds to my touch. I place a slow, deliberate kiss on her core, then part her lips with my tongue.

Once I do, I lose myself in her taste.

Her hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles white as I lap at her sweet-tasting pussy.

My mouth works her relentlessly, determined to make her come undone. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel her tensing under me, on the edge of release.

“Come for me, Alice,” I growl against her, the vibrations sending her over the edge. She shatters, her body convulsing as she cries out, her pleasure crashing over her in waves.

I rise to my feet, scooping her into my arms. My heart leaps at the satisfied smile she has on her face, but I’m not done with her—not even close.

As I carry her upstairs to the bedroom, I feel her small hand against my chest, her fingers sliding down, tracing the hard lines of my body. Her touch is like gasoline to fire and whenshe places her hand beneath my shirt, I stop moving. “You don’t want me to drop you, do you?”

“You won’t,” she says and grazes my nipple.

Holy shit.

But she’s right, I would never drop her. Once we get to my room, I lay her down on the bed. Her skin is glowing with the aftermath of her release. Every inch of her is perfection, and I worship her with my mouth, tasting her skin, feeling her shiver under my touch, loving every moment of it.

In my pants, my cock is throbbing hard so I press it against her leg. She tenses.

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