Page 14 of Drilling Deep

“Titan. Hi,” she squeaks.

“What are you doing?” It comes out harsher than I intended, and I want to punch myself in the face. Why can’t I seem to control myself around her?

“Trying to figure out how to show my face around you,” she admits, looking everywhere but at me.

Fuck it. Fuck every doubt I had. Fuck all the reasons we shouldn’t be together.

I loop my fingers around her wrist and pull her inside the office, slamming the door closed and pressing her against it. My lips find hers, and I kiss her over and over, each one deeper and longer than the last. I sip from her sweetness, opening my mouth wider, stroking deeper, needing every ounce of her goodness while I have her here.

When we finally break apart, Cora rests her head back on the door, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. “Well, that’s one way to clear the air,” she breathes, giving me a grin.

I return it, loving the way her eyes sparkle. Cora makes me feel special. Like my smiles are a treasure, and she’s trying to collect as many as possible.

“I’m sorry I left last night,” I say softly, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her pink-stained cheeks.

She nods. “Why did you?”

I sigh, tilting my head down. Cora surprises me again by placing her hand on my chest, causing me to look back at her. She doesn’t say anything. She gives me space to feel what I need to feel and gather my thoughts.

“It was unexpected,” I start. “I couldn’t resist.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No,” comes my automatic response. “Never. I just… I’m no good for you, Cora.”

“I think you should let me decide that for myself.”

“I already know. My past, my pain, my darkness…”

“Are only a part of who are. They aren’t your entire being, and they don’t have to define your story.”

“You say that now, but…” I trail off, letting her fill in the blank.

“Do you trust me?” she asks, catching me off guard.

I nod, resting my hand over hers where she has it on my chest. I curl my fingers around her hand and lift it, kissing the palm of her hand before placing it back on my chest.

“Then let me decide for myself.”

I nod again. Everything in me cries out for this woman. I want to devour her body and soul. I want her light, her smiles, her laughter, her tears. Her orgasms. Possessiveness wraps around my chest, and I’m consumed by the need for more. I may not deserve her heart, but I can give her pleasure. Maybe enough that she’ll forget about my past and decide to be mine for good.

I close the distance between us again, tangling my fingers in her hair and drawing her in for a kiss. How is it possible to already be addicted to everything about her?

Cora moans into my mouth as my hands trace the curve of her hips and grip her thighs. I easily lift her onto the desk and step in between her legs. The curvy little siren wraps her legs around me and rocks her hips against my aching cock.Fuck, I can feel her heat, her need. I need it too. Need to taste her.

I break the kiss to nip and kiss her jaw, trailing kisses from her ear to her neck, then down her shoulder. I can't explain the need to sink my teeth into her soft flesh, to suck, and mark her as mine. My dick grows impossibly harder when I picture her creamy skin red from how I've loved her.

“Titan… god…” she moans my name as I growl into her skin.

My hands slip under the hem of her shirt and grip her soft curves before dipping below the waistband of her jeans.

“I need something,” she gasps. “I-I don’t know…”

I know what she needs. I’m going to give it to her right the fuck now. “I’ve got you, princess. I’ll always give you what you need.”

I take her mouth again in a searing kiss as I fumble with the button on her pants. I pat her ass a few times and tell her to lift for me.

“Good girl,” I growl, the beast inside me clawing to get out and devour every inch of her. In one swift move, I have her jeans and panties pulled off her legs and thrown somewhere behind me, not even bothering to take off her shoes.

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