Page 64 of Titan

“Sit.”

I planted myself on the end of the bed, watching him kick my clothes away before he lowered himself to his knees.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, as if hesitant to go any further without my consent.

I swallowed and stared into his dark eyes. He’d undressed me without a word and yet he was still asking permission to put his hands on me.

We should talk. I knew that rationally, but all my thoughts were centred on the fact he was going totouchme. Gil Villetti, a man I was so fucking gone over, was going to touch me. Putting the brakes on this to have a conversation was the very last thing I wanted. I let my heart and desires make the decision rather than my head.

“Yes,” I whispered. Whatever he was going to do to me, I wanted it.

His hands went to my knees, curling around them as he spread my legs and shifted closer to me. Lifting his hands from my knees, one went to my jaw, tipping my face to the side while the other gripped my hip. He leaned closer until his mouth was hovering over my jaw.

“Non posso fermarmi. Non posso.”

I choked on my own breath when his lips pressed against my skin. They were so gentle. He drew them down my jaw. My hands instinctively reached out and gripped his coat lapels when he kissed his way down my neck. His hand slid from my jaw to my neck when his mouth landed on my collarbone.

Gil is kissing me. Gil Villetti is kissing my skin. His mouth is on me. Holy fuck.

“Theia,” he breathed my name, almost like a prayer, as his tongue ran down my chest between my breasts. “Sei mio,Theia, mio e mio solo.”

At this point, I didn’t give a shit what he was saying. I didn’t want him to stop. Had it ever felt this good to be touched by another human being? I couldn’t remember a time when I’d wanted someone the way I desired Gil. His hands and mouth didn’t remind me of the bad things in the past. I felt safe surrendering my body and mind to his will. I’d never let the latter happen before, but in the voyeur room, I’d done it. Everything told me to question what he was doing, but I’d shoved it away and let his voice carry me under. Now his touch was doing the same.

The moment his mouth latched onto my nipple, I moaned and arched into him. His grip on my hip tightened as if the sound I’d made was eroding his control. I choked when he bit me. It wasn’t hard, but pleasure bloomed all over my chest. His thumb stroked circles around my hip, inching closer to where I’d grown wet for him. I ached for Gil to make my need go away. To sate my desire for him.

“I want to taste you.”

His words made me want to combust on the spot. I couldn’t speak as he was busy leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach. My hands left his clothes and gripped the covers next to me instead. His hands went to my thighs, pushing against them to open my legs further. I watched him stare at my most intimate parts when he reached them. He hovered over my pussy for a long moment, as if taking in every inch of me. Then he used his thumbs to spread my lips before he lowered his mouth to my clit and gave me one long lick.

“Fuck,” I cried when he latched on and used his tongue to make slow circles around it.

My hand went to his hair. I had to touch him. My fingers curled into the thick strands, gripping them to anchor me to him.

I can’t believe his mouth is on my pussy. Why is this so hot? Why is he so fucking hot? I want more. I want him. All of him. Fuck, I need him.

My hips shifted. Gil let go of my thigh to grip it and hold me in place. His other hand slid between my legs, stroking along my entrance in an unhurried motion. He wasn’t in any rush with the languid way he circled my clit. The drawn-out nature of it had my body trembling.

“You’ve been so patient with me. This is your reward for being a good girl,” he murmured.

Was it possible to die from a man’s mouth? I felt like I was going to expire from the words coming out of his.

“Gil.”

“Mmm?”

“Please don’t stop.”

He only redoubled his efforts. I groaned when he slid two fingers inside me, hooking them upwards and beginning to fuck me with them. He worshipped me with his mouth, and I yielded, letting pleasure carry me under and drown me. My fingers tightened in his hair. My other hand went to his shoulder, gripping it and digging my nails into his coat.

“Oh, oh, fuck, don’t stop. Please. Don’t. Stop.”

My words came out in a jumbled mess, becoming more incoherent by the second. I’d never been particularly vocal during sex, but everything was different with Gil.

Safety. He’s safety. You can be you. Let go and just be you.

My body moved against him without my say-so. I went with it, my hips rocking into his face. Not even his grip on me stopped them. I whined his name over and over, begging him to keep going. If this ended, I might cry out of sheer frustration.

He fucked me deeper with his fingers, pressing hard against the spot that had my eyes rolling back in my head. His tongue kept the same pressure as if he knew changing it up would ruin it for me. I was so close, right on the edge of the cliff and waiting to fall into the abyss below.

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