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The head of his cock presses in further, and I suck in a sharp breath. He pulls back an inch and presses in again, feeling my body relax. He repeats the motion again and again, going little by little, and each time, my body takes more of him in.

My body fights against his, and I gasp with the ache, but the pinch of pain feels good. I want to feel all of him, want all of him inside me, as a part of me.

“You can take it, baby girl,” he says as my body tenses. “You were made for me.”

His praise is a balm, and my body relaxes. The feeling of fullness is so right, I roll my hips, needing more of him.

“You’re handling your Daddy’s cock so good, baby.” Titan’s gravel voice is at once both soothing and dangerous.

In this moment, for him, I would take anything.

His enthusiastic grunt is a reward as my body opens up to him. He gives me all of his cock, pushing into me fully. I’m so warm and wet from the orgasm that after reminding myself to breathe, the pinching pain dissipates and leaves only a pleasurable discomfort and pressure.

“Gods, you feel so good.” Titan stills himself inside me, and his head drops to my shoulder. He rocks his forehead against me in a struggle for control.

But I don’t want his control tonight.

I clench around him, rhythmically pulsing with my inner muscles around his cock. I bite my lip as his head lifts from my shoulder and he groans. His hips buck gently against me.

“You’re playing with fire, baby girl.”

“I know.” I try for teasing, but it comes out as a husky and needy plea.

I squeeze again.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me”—his nostrils flair, and he narrows his gaze at me, a warning, even as his hips thrust against me—“what you will bring out in me.”

I squeeze again, a smile on my face as I buck my hips to meet his thrust.

My expression drops instantly the moment I see Titan break. His muscles tense, and he bares his teeth. The fire I saw reflected in his eyes from the candles now comes from some internal source.

“Fine,” he barks out and pushes my knees up to my shoulders. “You want your pussy used so bad… you’re so desperate to be Daddy’s little fuck toy… then grab your ankles.”

ChapterEleven

TITAN

“Now, baby girl.”

My voice is ragged, broken from the strength it’s taken to go slow and restrain my monstrous urges. Julianna gave me permission to use her, to take everything I need from her body, but she doesn’t know what I see when I look at her. Every curve, every angle, every strand of hair on her head is mine to possess. I look at her and see what I protect, what I spoil, and what I own. I look at her and see that I would give anything for her to never feel the fear she had at the party tonight.

Julianna’s hands circle her ankles, her flushed face, her swollen pussy framed between her extended legs. I pull out of her slowly, savoring the way she clenches over every inch of me, and then I slam back into her.

She screams, and I do it again, grunting with the effort. The fit is snug, but working my way in becomes easier. She continues to grip my cock with each stroke. I watch as her tanned skin, already pink from her first orgasm, grows warmer.

Only in this cave, far away from the bright lights of the city, can I pretend what happened at the party was a momentary confusion. Tomorrow I will have to confront why the signals of the Pull and my promise to protect Julianna became so crossed. I’ll have to deal with whatever Strange decided to crash the party and the fallout I created by ditching my purpose at the last second to rush to Julianna’s side.

“This is what you get for teasing me, baby girl,” I snarl.

Again and again, with firm, solid thrusts, I torment her with fullness only to take it away from her. I want her to beg me to stay inside her.

“Titan,” Julianna chokes on a moan as I wrap my hands around the narrow of her waist and shift to a standing position at the edge of the stone slab.

Holding her by the waist, I pull her down on my cock, lifting her from the stone so only her shoulders rest on the rock. She has to release her ankles and grip the top edge of the stone for support. The soft flesh of her stomach yields to the points of my claws, and I’m careful not to cut her as I start to move.

I work Julianna’s pussy on my cock, pistoning her on my shaft and slamming her down on my ridged base. Each stroke of her wet, delicate flesh over the now stiff nodules ratchets up the pressure building in me.

“You feel so fucking good, baby girl.” I grunt with the force of another thrust. My balls tighten as I speed up ever so slightly, needing to feel more of her. “So wet and ready to handle my big cock.”

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