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“Oh,” I moan as I feel that familiar, burning build up deep inside of my belly and I begin my chase for it. I have become addicted to the way he makes me feel, to the way my body reacts to him giving me just what I need. Just what he needs.

“Good girl; fuck your pussy looks so god damn pretty filled with me, you’re so tight,” he groans, his head tipping back as his own pleasure crashes over him like a tidal wave.

“Keep going Titus,” I beg, my mouth dropping open as I watch his facial expression change with each stroke inside of me.

“I want you to come so fucking hard, I want you all over my cock,” his teeth are clenched, his jaw tight as he holds me in place, pinning me to him as he slams into me over and over.

Everything aches and burns and I know I am close. Lifting a hand from his chest, I let my fingers press against my clit, rubbing in slow, gentle circles.

“One day Twilight, I am going to watch you get yourself off. Fuck, you look so beautiful,” he whispers and the ache in my pussy intensifies.

“Titus,” I moan out, my back arching and my spare hand moves behind me to grip onto his thick thighs, digging my nails into him the urge to mark him growing as each second passes.

“There’s a good girl, let me feel you,” he teases me with his words and his praise. I love being his good girl.

My pussy clenches around him and I feel his cock pulse inside of me.

“Harder, please,” I pant out in-between his thrusts.

I love that I am being held tightly as he fucks me, bringing my orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Let it go baby, let me hear you sing my name.”

My body stiffens and my orgasm rocks through me and I do as he asks, I sing his name as I ride out my high. My whole body relaxes and slumps as Titus thrusts into me one last time and I feel his cock jerk and pulse deep inside of me as he comes.

I look down at him, a giddy smile on my face and my heart swells in my chest.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers, wrapping his fingers round the back on my neck and pulling me down so our lips meet, his tongue sweeping through mine before he rolls me on my back and fills me once more.

I snap out of it, my cheeks flushed, and I am needy for him once more. I am addicted to him. Like an addict chasing her next high. I’m the addict. Titus is my high.

Splashing my face with cold water, I pat the dry hand towel over my face and smile back at my reflection. I have a glow that I have never noticed before and it’s all because of him.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

TITUS

I roll over, my arm reaching across for Amora but she isn’t in the bed, all I find is an empty space. I slowly open my eyes, giving them a minute or two to adjust to the bright light.

I groan; rolling on my back I lift my arms above my head as a small smirk plays across my lips as my eyes flutter shut. The last few days have been everything and more and we spent the most of today in bed, naked and exploring each other’s bodies. I couldn’t get enough of her. My cock hardens at just the thought.

Suddenly I am pulled from my haze when I feel a large, hard slap across my cheek which cracks around the room.

“Wake up mother fucker,” I hear the low tone of a familiar voice and when my eyes finally open, I see Xavier standing at the side of the bed, eyes narrowed on me and a jaw so tight and wound that his jaw must be aching. But before I could even ask what he was doing, he pushes his arm forward, gripping me round the throat and squeezing. “This is what you get for sleeping with my baby girl,” and all I see is black.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

AMORA

I walk quietly downstairs not wanting to wake Titus up and go to sneak into his room and back into bed before he has even realised that I have been gone but when I walk into the room, I see Titus laying, completely naked with his hand wrapped round his soft cock and my father standing next to the bed with a look pinned to me that could kill me.

“Dad,” I gasp, my eyes moving from Titus to him, rage consuming me as I rush to my father. “What are you doing?!” I scream, shoving him in the chest hard but he doesn’t move.

“Taking you home, pack your shit up… Now!”

“No, I’m not going,” I slap his cheek, instantly regretting it when I feel the sting on my hand and see my father’s eyes darken.

“Don’t fucking push me,” he grits, “if you don’t come willingly, I will fucking drag you out of here. Do not test me.”

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