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Chapter Twenty-five

Fallon

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Titus’ kiss is fire. His touch is like taking a torch to my skin, heating me from the inside out. I didn’t realize how much I had missed him; how much I had missed this. It seems impossible that I was able to get through the last four days not knowing if I would feel this again.

His hand trails down the side of my neck. Goose bumps erupt across my flesh as his fingers find my hair, twisting around the length before giving it one swift jerk. His tug is just hard enough that my mouth falls open on a small yelp.

And then he’s there, swallowing up the sound, making me open up fully to him. I’ve never felt anything like the way Titus kisses. He leaves no part of my mouth untouched, no part of my body unfeeling. He winds me up so tightly. When he finally lets go, I’m going to spin out of control.

“You know," he pulls back and whispers against my mouth, “we may never get out of this bed again.”

“Eventually you are going to have to feed me,” I tease, wrapping my hands around the back of his head and pulling him back to my lips.

He groans, tightening the grip he has on my hair.

“Fuck food.” He grins against my mouth.

After a few seconds, Titus pulls away, pushing my hair away from my face as he stares down at me. Seconds turn to what feels like minutes, and yet all he does is stare. I shrink a bit under his gaze, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

“What?” I finally ask.

“I’m just taking it all in,” he says, tracing my cheek, along my jaw, and then back up to my forehead. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of this over the last few days. And even in my dreams you were never this damn beautiful.”

Words fail me, but thankfully I end up not needing them because his mouth comes back down over mine.

My heart beats like a cannon firing inside my chest. My body trembles under his touch. He strips me bare. He breathes me in. His eyes roam over my body like he’s memorizing every piece of me. He kisses my stomach, my collarbone, and the spot behind my ear that always makes me shiver.

And when he finally buries himself deep inside of me, I swear I see stars. Nothing in this entire world will ever feel more perfect.

I don’t know what to do with myself. My hands are everywhere—his back, across his ass, nails digging into his shoulders as he moves against me. I can’t get enough yet it’s all too much at the same time.

Then I’m falling, falling like I never have before, giving myself wholly to someone in a way I never thought I could.

I’ve never known passion like this. Love like this. Want and need like this. And when he finally stills inside of me, I want to lock my arms and legs around him and never let him go.

“Fuck, Fallon,” he pants, his chest heaving against mine. “I’m never going to tire of this.” He pushes up on his elbows to look down at me, a slow grin tipping up his lips.

“Me either.” I smile, pushing his hair away from his face to admire how incredible he looks hovering over me—face red, lips slightly swollen, and completely and utterly satisfied.

“I love you. I hope you know that.” His omission steals my breath. “I love you in a way I never thought I’d love another person. You once said I saved you, but in truth, Fallon, it’s you who saved me.”

Tears prick the backs of my eyes, only this time they’re happy tears. God, I’m so happy I feel like I might burst apart at any moment and confetti will go flying everywhere.

“I love you too,” I whisper. “So much.”

He kisses the side of my mouth, the tip of my nose, and each eyelid before landing directly on my lips. He lingers there for a long moment and then pulls back.

“I hope you know I was serious about never getting out of this bed again.”

“I thinknevermight be a bit of a stretch.” I giggle.

“I could always handcuff your ass to the bed.”

I lean up and kiss his jaw before whispering, “I think I might actually like that.”

He groans in my ear, my words seeming to be his undoing.

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