Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Instantly, Alessia was fully awake. She stared at him in disbelief. “He didn’t go through my things, did he?” Embarrassment blended with anger that someone had touched her stuff. She didn’t have much—just Hopper and some clothes—but no one needed to rifle through them.
“Gio did not unzip your bag. He will wait for you to give him permission to take care of your clothing.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Her anger dissolved as fast as it had appeared.
“You have no reason to trust me yet, other than this attraction between us. Hopefully, you will learn I am here to ensure your safety and happiness,” Titus said softly. He was walking toward the east wing of the house.
Instantly, remorse crashed over her. He was right. “No one is in my corner, Titus. I’ve not had a single person who has my best interests at heart for a long time.”
“That changed when you crawled over the bar and into my arms.” At closed doorway, Titus bent his head to press a light kiss on her lips. Instant heat flared between them, taking her breath away and sending a shockwave of arousal through her.
“I don’t understand this.”
“Do you need to, Little mate? Why question the pleasure you experience?”
She stared at him as her mind processed his statement. Why was she resisting? She threaded a hand through his thick, dark hair and pulled his mouth to hers. The instant they touched, she craved more.
Alessia squirmed against him, trying to get as close as possible. Without interrupting their kiss, Titus rotated her body so her torso pressed to his with her legs wrapped around his waist. This time instead of his fingers playing between her thighs, he tugged her hard to his pelvis, pressing her back against the wall. His rigid cock glided along the seam of her pussy. She couldn’t mistake his arousal or his generous size. Damn!
Tentatively, she rubbed her pussy along his length. Alessia moaned into his mouth as she reacted to the intimate caress. Titus flexed his hips, pressing firmly against her. He stroked one hand down her spine to cup her bottom. Holding her in place, he coordinated their grinding movements together, sending delicious sensations through her. Her panties soaked through with her arousal.
“Your scent is intoxicating, Little mate,” he growled.
Alessia didn’t understand how his touch and kisses made her feel so much. Perhaps the mate bond affected how turned on she was. She pushed that from her mind to focus on the heat building inside her. Her desire demanded satisfaction. “Titus, please,” she whispered.
She wanted more. She needed him.
“Daddy,” he demanded in that rough tone that sent shivers through her.
“Daddy,” she repeated, “Make love to me.”
Her head spun slightly as he opened the door and carried her into a large bedroom. The click of the lock behind her told Alessia that Titus had ensured their privacy as he settled her against the heavy barrier. As her feet sank into the thick carpet, he held her caged to the dark wooden door as he kissed her fiercely, not holding back his passion. Alessia matched that avalanche of desire, revealing how much she wanted him as well.
Titus feverishly unfastened her pants and shoved his hand into her panties. He groaned at her wetness as he explored her pink folds. Shivers of delight sizzled through her as she widened her feet to grant him freer access. So good! Alessia rose to her tiptoes, pressing her pussy into his fingers. Titus drove a finger into her tight channel, drawing a moan of excitement from each of them.
Needing to touch him, Alessia stroked her hands over his torso. Titus was chiseled with muscles. She slid her fingers under his shirt and pushed the material up as she traced the powerful grooves on his abdomen.
Ripping his mouth from hers, Titus reached over his head and yanked his shirt off. Immediately, she explored his chest. Her fingers slid over a long, dangerous scar on his torso. Sad for the pain he must have suffered, Alessia leaned down to press her lips to the old wound.
“You have on way too many clothes, Little mate.” His gruff voice revealed his passion, thrilling Alessia.
She reached for the hem of her sweatshirt to get rid of that garment, but he tugged her fingers away. Meeting her gaze directly, Titus said, “Daddy’s job.”
His words sent a thrill through her. Alessia wondered if spontaneous combustion was actually a thing as the heat inside her flamed hotter. She lifted her arms as he whisked the warm garment from her along with her T-shirt. His gaze focused on her small breasts in the lacy bra she had chosen. Alessia inhaled as she thrust her shoulders back, hoping to enhance her meager curves.
“You bewitch me, Alessia.” He glided a finger across the decorative edge to the center clasp between her breasts. Titus popped that open and glided the shoulder straps off her arms as he focused intently on the display in front of him.