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Titus’s hands were firmly fisted in my hair, his ass coming off the bed as he pumped into me. His low groans were so fucking sexy, and I was so damn turned on that I could’ve come without even touching myself.

Titus shifted a leg between my center, moving it in a way that massaged my clit to the same rhythm I was using to bring him pleasure.

“Not like this,” he panted, squeezing his base right after it spasmed in my mouth.

I gently released him from my mouth, my tongue circling his tip before I looked back into his eyes.

“I’ve waited two weeks for this. I’m not cumming in your mouth first. That’s for later, mi amor,” he said, positioning me beneath him.

His lips captured mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue aggressively moving against mine until I had to pull away and take a breath.

The pulsing sensations coursing through my body, the release that was practically unfurling a moment ago, were building pressure that I was ready to explode.

Titus’s mouth blazed a trail of burning fire down my side, and the next thing I knew, warmth covered my entrance as I felt his tongue buried inside of me.

I gripped the back of his head, steadying myself while absorbing the throbbing energy of ecstasy, feeling my orgasm at a breaking point each time he moaned into me.

I continued whimpering through small spasms of pleasure in response to him bringing my clit between his lips. His tongue pushed against the sizzling flesh while I watched him savor each taste of me that he lost himself in.

“Fuck me now, Titus Hawk,” I demanded.

His eyes were back on mine, then he sat back on his heels, spreading my legs apart, staring at me as if he were a starved man.

“Qué hermosa eres…” he said, and then he climbed over me.

My hands ran up his back as I felt his tip at my entrance. His eyes never left mine as he pushed into me, spreading me to what I knew was near my limit.

His eyes closed as he groaned with desire, while he gently moved in and out of me.

I laced my fingers through his hair, pulling my legs up and offering him as much of me as I could take.

The feeling rose without warning, overtaking me completely. I trembled beneath it, my breath catching as warmth and emotion ripped through me. My fingernails dug into Titus’s back as he drove harder into me, his entire body tightening before he called out, thrust one final deep motion into me, and froze.

“Fuck.” He growled.

I trembled against his pleasure as his forehead fell against mine. He moved himself deeper one more time before I felt his muscles instantly relax.

I ran my fingers through his hair tenderly while crossing my legs behind him as he remained inside me.

“I could go to sleep like this,” he said, his voice amused but soft, recovering from his intense release.

“Me too,” I answered him with a lazy smile.

His eyes met mine again. “You are my one true love, Catalina,” he said, his eyes filled with an emotion I’d never seen before. “I don’t plan to ever leave your side like that again.”

My heart melted. “Promise?”

His hand came up, his knuckles brushing my cheek. “That is a promise, mi amor.”

He looked at me as if he were memorizing my face all over again. As if he’d somehow forgotten that happiness could feel like this.

I ran my fingers through his hair. “Then don’t go anywhere.”

A soft laugh escaped him. “I don’t think I could if I tried.”

His mouth found mine in yet another slow kiss.

Outside, the last of the sunset disappeared below the horizon as I remained exactly where I’d wanted to be for the past two weeks.