He held me up there, suspended. Any thoughts I might fall, that his strength might fail him, fell by the wayside as he used his other hand to lift my hood and lick my clit.
He sucked on me, slurping and groaning with joy at my taste.
Even pinned to the wall, my hips bucked as he tore an orgasm from my throat.
He brought me down and placed me on the bed. He dropped to his knees and kept his head down there, his tongue tickling me deliciously. His long tongue slipped inside me and my eyes widened with shock.
The tip of his tongue pressed against the ridged upper wall of my g-spot, pressing and probing.
I had never felt anything so wonderful my entire life.
“Oh my God!” I screamed as the second orgasm leaped into being with no preamble whatsoever.
How was he doing that?
And then he sucked another rise from me, and my legs were already shuddering.
He removed his tongue and nibbled at my thighs as his hand rubbed me back and forth in endless circles.
It was exactly how I touched myself when I was alone.
It was like we were linked. Every time I wanted him to do something, he was already doing it.
The third wave was powerful. My hands gripped the bed sheets and I almost tore them off as my juices flowed. I pressed my hands to his head against me as he worked his magic.
It was too much.
“I want you,” I said. “I want you inside me now.”
He raised his lips, wet with my juices, and grinned at me. He licked his lips dry and then joined me on the bed. I’m not going to lie. His huge cock was intimidating.
A real challenge.
“Are you sure you want this?” he said, placing the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“Give it to me,” I said. “Give me everything.”
“Okay. But only because you asked so nicely.”
I sat up on my elbows and watched as he slid inside me.
I hissed through my teeth. He wasn’t halfway inside yet and I was still struggling to take him.
He paused and pulled out slightly, concerned.
I reach for his thigh and pulled his firm ass toward me.
He entered me again, deeper this time, deeper, until I had absorbed all of him.
We were both surprised I managed to take him.
Then he rocked back and forth, grinding inside me. I was already on the cusp of screaming. His size rubbed me in all the right ways.
Ways no one else ever had before.
He pinned my legs back with his powerful arms and drilled me mercilessly.
I threw my head back and let out another scream.
He was going to kill me.
There were worse ways to go.
He licked my nipples as he hammered me hard, giving me more than I could handle with each pummeling stroke.
One orgasm nipped at the heels of the next in a series of relentless waves, culminating in a giant tsunami of pleasure.
Then he rolled over onto his back and brought me up with him. He let me take charge. That giant tsunami was still heading my way. I carved a path through the destruction and despair to intense pleasure on the horizon.
I gripped his abs and bucked wildly on him, helping him spear me hard. I threw back my head and shut my eyes. I felt him stiffen inside me.
He grunted as he watched me on top of him, riding him, my breasts bouncing and my pussy clenching around his thick girth.
Only then, once I opened my eyes, did I notice—
His face was fully healed.
During our lovemaking, the last of his scars had healed. He had a handsome face that matched his bewildering frame. He had a square jaw and a slight nod in his chin. His eyes were big and wide and his cheekbones rode high.
It was the sight of his true face that brought the tsunami down on me. My body struggled to contain itself. My legs shook and my body ached. I felt him thrust inside me, filling me to the brim.
I collapsed on top of him, his chest broad enough to be my own personal bed.
We both panted, exhausted. Sweat beaded our foreheads.
Once I was capable of speaking, I said, “That was amazing.”
“The best,” he said.
He wrapped his arms around me, his cock still inside me. We lay there, calm in each other’s embrace, knowing that no matter what, nothing was ever going to be the same again.
We shuffled down the tunnels and followed the other Titans. They seemed to know where they were going.
Fiath held my hand and peered over at me with a smile on his lips. I grinned back at him but it was hard to make out his features with the hood he was wearing.
Why he insisted on wearing it, I didn’t know. He focused on the other Titans around us with lines of concern around his mouth.
He was worried about something.
But what?
Our lovemaking was second to none. He thrilled me more than any other man. It wasn’t even close.
His immense strength allowed us to enjoy positions I’d never even dreamed of. I doubted they even had them in the Kama Sutra.
Still, I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for my fiancé. It wasn’t his fault I’d never been in love with him.
But I refused to live with a lie. Not when the rest of my life depended on it.
I had chosen my mate and he had chosen me.
It didn’t matter what he looked like. Not since I’d long lost my heart to him. But it sure didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous!
When he told me how Titans heal faster when they make love, my initial response was, “Then why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
He chuckled.
“I’m not sure many nurses would sign up for the job if it meant they had to jump into bed with every patient who came in with an ailment,” he said.
I burst out laughing at the idea of it.
“Yeah,” I said, wiping the tears
