Page 88 of Titan

“I want to see your face as you come for me,” he murmured, pressing me down on his cock again.

Now I could see he’d undressed before he got on the bed. My eyes fixed on his bare chest and how much I wanted to run my hands all over it. However, I couldn’t do a single thing as he wrapped his hands around my hips and began to move me up and down. I tried to match his rhythm using the headboard as leverage. When I took over, one of his hands left my hip and sank between my legs. I moaned when he stroked my clit, circling it with precision as if he knew exactly how much pressure I required.

“That’s it. You’re taking my cock so well.”

His other hand left my hip and cupped my breast. He leaned over and took my nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing over my sensitive skin.

“Shit. Fuck. Gil, fuck.”

He sucked away the sting, flicking his tongue over it in the most maddening fashion. It only made me ride him faster, wanting to push us both towards the edge. The way this man worshipped my body was feeding my need to be admired. He didn’t do it with words, but with his touch. He made me feel wanted. Needed. Desired. He didn’t make me feel like an object. When he complimented me, it wasn’t for my body but for what I could do with it, and for my mind and soul. He made me feel beautiful inside and out.

I saw myself in a different light through his eyes. It helped me heal those broken pieces of my soul. I’d finally acknowledged the reasons why I was so fucked up inside. He hadn’t tried to mend my fractured parts, nor did I need him to, but he’d given me a precious gift. A new perspective to view myself and the world with.

I shifted my hips, adjusting the angle of him inside me, and with the next thrust, he hit the spot that had my back arching.

“Fuck, there… right there, fuck, don’t stop.”

He released my nipple and looked up at me. Those dark eyes were practically black. The sight of his emotionless face sent me over the edge. I don’t know why the fuck it turned me on so much, but it did. My vision narrowed to him as my body shook from my climax.

He’s mine… I can’t believe he’s all mine.

From the moment I’d laid eyes on Gil, I’d been drawn to him. His aloof nature called to me on a fundamental level. Not to mention he was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. All that thick dark hair, a beautiful jawline, and those eyes… fuck those eyes of his. They were only expressive when he wanted them to be. And with me, he let himself go. He showed me who he was even if he didn’t know it himself.

When I came down, I pitched forward slightly, resting my forehead on his shoulder as I caught my breath. Gil’s hands slid to my back, holding me close while he rocked himself inside me. The sensation gave me little aftershocks. I pressed a kiss to his neck and breathed him in. His cologne had a woodsy smell to it.

“Will you untie me?” I whispered, desperate to touch him with my fingertips.

I raised my head from his shoulder as he shifted, twisting to untie each of my wrists. The ties dropped on the bed and my hands immediately went to his chest. I dragged my hands down his skin, revelling in the feel of him. He watched me without saying a word.

“Is this okay?” I said, realising I should have asked if I could touch him in an intimate fashion, knowing he didn’t often allow anyone to get close to him.

“Yes.”

My heart swelled and tears welled behind my eyes. What a fucking privilege. I don’t know what it was about this whole thing that made me so emotional, but I let it out, allowing the tears to slide down my cheeks. Gil reached up and brushed one off my face.

“Theia?”

“I’m happy. For the first time in my life, I’m actually happy. There’s so much shit going on around us, but I have you, and that makes it easier. When I’m with you, I’m safe. I don’t have to hide behind all those walls I built around myself to survive. I don’t have to pretend I’m okay or I’m not suffering inside. You’re the light in all my darkness, Gil. And I know that’s crazy considering the world you inhabit, but you are. I thought I was good, but the truth is I’ve been lying, telling myself it was okay for me to be alone because trusting anyone was terrifying after everything I’d gone through. But then I met you and now…”

More tears spilt down my cheeks. I sniffled and attempted to wipe them away, but Gil took a hold of my hands and held them to his chest. The way he looked at me like I was precious had me wanting to fall apart.

“And now I can’t go back. I can’t go back to a life full of nothingness, going through the motions and pretending I’m not hurting. I don’t need you because you make it better. I need you because when I’m with you, I feel like myself. I feel like Theia. And I don’t have to hide her away.”

Thirty

Theia

When Gil leant forward and kissed away my tears after my confession, I let out a choked sound and dissolved into sobs. I hadn’t wanted to ruin the moment between us, but the emotional upheaval I’d been through since Gil had become my client was too overwhelming. Everything was attacking me at once from all sides. I didn’t know what to do with myself any longer other than cry.

“Shh,” he murmured, pulling me tight against him before running his fingers through my hair. “It’s okay,piccola mia. I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hiccupping on the word.

“Don’t apologise to me for having feelings.”

His words only made me cry harder, soaking his skin where my face was pressed against his neck.

“But… but we’re in the middle of… of…”

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