was pliant petals and softness, yielding to his touch, to his intrusion. He tested the entrance to her body and found nothing but welcoming flesh, pulsing as if to draw him deeper inside.
“Now,” she groaned, bending to press tight, needful kisses to his temples, his eyes, his cheekbones and finally, his lips. “There will be time for that,” she vowed. “For all of it. But I can’t live another moment without you inside me.”
He could have tormented her by denying her. He wanted to. To refute her control, at the very least. To display his displeasure and his dominance. He could take his time and tease her to the edges of her own capacity.
But who was he fooling? In what world could he deny her anything?
A sigh of relief caught in his throat as he freed himself from the placket of his trousers and guided his sex toward hers.
Their eyes met, and he gloried in the connection, wanting to watch her every expression.
The intimacy seemed to overwhelm her, and she leaned in to press her temple against his, even as she lifted on trembling legs to guide the crown of his cock inside her body.
He grasped the sweet curve of her backside, stabilizing her descent with his strength as he thrust up and into her.
She gasped and wriggled a few agonizing times to accommodate him, her fingers turning to claws on his shoulders, kneading like a cat.
He was the sort of man that allowed a woman time to acquaint herself to his incursion. To kiss and cuddle and distract her from any discomfort she would feel.
But Nora didn’t leave space for all of that. She made harsh, demanding, needful sounds that must have been words before they melted from her mouth.
Titus knew this language. Understood what she wanted.
He took only moments to breathe, to marvel at the magic that was sliding home. Only this moment, this need, existed. The past melted away, the future was a nebulous unknown.
She was here. Now. And all that mattered was the next hitching breath, the next caress, kiss, and thrust.
His grasp on her became covetous and unrelenting as he drove ceaselessly upwards. Titus gloried in the movements of her. The ripples of impact two people could have upon one another as they ground their flesh together until their very bones felt the force of it.
Sex for him had always been a nocturnal endeavor, and he marveled at the afternoon light gilding her pale skin, at the color decorating her chest and flaring in her cheeks. The flush of roses in her lips. The little abrasions his afternoon stubble had made against the soft skin of her mouth and cheeks.
Someday he’d leave those marks on the insides of her thighs.
The very thought brought a release threatening to gather behind his spine.
She was like a goddess above him. A Valkyrie. Battle-scarred and demanding, lifting his soul from the fray to take him to his reward.
Unable to contain his pleasure, he shifted his hand to thrum at the moist little bead where her nerves met and sang. He stroked it in soft contrast to his hard thrusts, a gentle caress against the fury and frenzy.
A ragged sound ripped from her, spurring him on, faster, deeper, harder, as she arched and trembled, her strong legs keeping perfect rhythm with him. He collected her yips and sighs like a man without hope, locking them inside of his memory.
“Come for me, Nora,” he ordered.
She fell forward and he caught her waist as she bit into his shoulder, just below where the collar of his open shirt rested. She shuddered and shook, her body folding in on itself as the fingers of her right hand threaded into the hair at his nape and curled into a fist.
The pain sent a lightning bolt straight to his sex as her intimate flesh pulled and released, contracting around him like a satin vise.
He didn’t want this. Not yet. Not now. He wasn’t ready for it to be over.
But the more he fought it, the faster and more tempestuous the storm became. Her cries of pleasure were his ultimate undoing. The articulation of her sleek body arched like a bridge over his, undulating in a rhythmic dance. For a man so moved by the mysteries of the human body, she remained an anatomical marvel. Immaculate beauty poured over a spine of steel and a heart of stone.
Or was it glass?
One he was beginning to wonder might have been just as broken as his all along.