Twisted Metal Heart - Eve Langlais Page 0,68

“I’m glad you made that choice.”

Looking up into his face, she whispered, “So am I.

She hoped for the kiss, and he didn’t disappoint. The slant of his mouth on hers enflamed her senses and brought a hot sigh. They were both dusty and tired and dirty, but she suddenly didn’t care.

She’d thought him dead. Never imagined she could be in his arms again.

“Shouldn’t we make camp?” he mumbled as the sun began to set in a ray of colors to make an artist crave paint.

“Not yet. I need you.” She only hoped he didn’t reject her plea.

He made a sound, half groan, half growl. He drew her close to him, deepening the kiss, adding some tongue. Igniting all her nerve endings.

She tugged at his clothes. The damned fabric dared to get in the way.

Alfred buzzed close exclaiming, “What are you doing?”

She snapped, “Don’t snoop on us. Watch out for someone trying to ambush.” They wouldn’t be long, not with the need that pulsed inside her.

“Harrumph.”

Titan chuckled as he nipped the lobe of her ear. “You might have traumatized your robot father.”

She nipped his chin. “Would you prefer I walk away?”

“Fuck no.” He shed her clothes before he tugged her close, his body brushing against hers. He stroked his hands all over her, rubbing her back in a widening circle that dipped to tease her ass.

Her head tilted as she sighed, giving his lips access to her throat. He nibbled and sucked while his hands reached between them to cup the swell of her breasts. He weighed them in his palms, giving them slight squeezes.

Against the solid frame of their ride, he pressed his naked body, splitting apart her thighs, shoving his leg between. The friction against her pussy brought a shiver.

But she needed more than that. She reached down and grabbed him by the thick root of his cock. Her fingers barely managed to wrap around he was so big.

And so wide. She played with him, sliding her hand up the slick shaft, feeling it pulse. Eager for her. She began to tug it, and he groaned.

“If you don’t stop…”

“You’ll what?”

“I won’t be able to help you with this.” He fingered her, dipped into her wet pussy, and she quivered.

His lips caught hers as he toyed with her, teasing her clitoris, making her aroused enough her hips rocked in time to his finger thrusts. She throbbed with desire for him.

She slid up so she sat sideways on the seat of the vehicle, giving her a better height to guide him to where she needed him to be. The head of his shaft nudged at her nether lips, parting them, wetting itself. He pushed in even as his lips claimed hers in a fierce kiss.

He fit as snugly as before. Stretching her so pleasurably. Going deep. Deep enough she clawed at his back.

Her breath emerged in ragged pants. Her whole body tensed. Tension coiled in her pussy like a spring, ready to go off. His hips rotated against her, grinding him deeper, rubbing against a sweet spot that had her mouth opening to scream. Instead, she sank her teeth into his shoulder and came. Came hard, the wave rolling through her, making her arch and clench and moan.

Eventually, she realized she was leaning against him. And she smelled blood.

His blood.

“I’m so sorry.” She’d bitten him right through the skin.

It must be a man thing, because he gave her the biggest smile as he said, “You can mark me anytime, princess.”

Seventeen

There was nothing sexier than a woman losing control. Losing herself so completely that she blushed and apologized after.

Titan would wear her teeth marks with pride. Tease her about them, too, but that would have to come later. Night had fully fallen while they indulged. Danger waited for those who were unaware of their surroundings.

He kissed her and moved away. “We need to make a camp.”

“If you’re done,” announced a snooty voice, “I found a cave that shows no sign of feces or recent habitation.” Alfred hovered, disapproval etched in every word.

Given his status as Riella’s artificial father, should he apologize for the seduction? It was confusing to say the least.

“Where is the cave?” Riella asked, locating her clothes where they’d been tossed, her curvy body distracting in the starlight.

“It sits about ten feet below the edge. Enough handholds to climb, easy to defend.”

The magical words.

“Sounds ideal. Let me grab our stuff first.” He pulled their bags from where they were stored on the vehicle. He especially made sure he grabbed their