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Acts of Grace: Part 1 – Chapter 2

Ashley

My lip quivers as I take in the sight before me. The untouchable man of my dreams stands, jaw clenched and brows furrowed. The inner battle waging behind those baby blues almost makes me feel guilty for wanting what I want. Almost.

God. I must be ten shades of fucked up for wanting him to take me right after the ordeal I went through, but all I feel is hunger. All I want is mind numbing bliss.

“Please don’t make me beg.” My wet lashes bat against my hot flesh, a full-bodied flush enveloping me and threatening to eat me whole.

Min skatt, if we do this, there’s no going back. Do you understand?”

His childhood name for me sends shivers down my back in the most delicious way, and I’m left feeling all sorts of knotted up inside. I know I want him, and I know it’s not smart to jump into bed with someone right after a breakup, but I can’t bring myself to care. All I can do is throw caution to the wind for this man.

He’s been the forbidden friend I could never have. The man I lusted over, sure he’d never see me the way I saw him. But now? Now he sees me, and fuck if I won’t take full advantage of that.

Ex-boyfriend? What ex-boyfriend?

Lifting a leg up and around him, I try to bring him toward me. With our eyes locked, I nod. “I understand. I don’t want to go back.”

Titus runs a hand across his face, forming a fist at his lips and biting it with a groan. “Ashley Hawthorne, you’ll be the death of me. But fuck if it won’t be worth the ride.” 

Reaching up, his hands trail down my arms and follow the curve of my body—over my breasts, down the dip of my waist and squeezing in an almost painful grip. “Wha—

A hand reaches up, his calloused thumb rubbing across my lips, “Shhh. Let me take care of you the only way I know how. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word diamond.”

My brows push together, but I can’t help but smile. I’m not sure why the idea of this serious man picking a word like diamond makes my lips curl upward. 

“Tell me you understand, little treasure, or this stops here.”

My eyes narrow and my smile turns into a snarl, “Don’t you dare leave me like this.”

“There’s that fire I love so much.” A wicked grin spreads across his gorgeous mouth as my stomach flutters at the use of the word love. 

Get it together, girl. Do not put words in his mouth. That’s probably what got me in trouble with—“Agh.”

Titus rips off my skirt with one hard pull, the fabric tugging at my hips. “Remember, diamond.”

“Mhm.” I nod, eagerly awaiting his next move. 

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this.

Titus lowers onto his knees, gripping the backside of my thighs and lifting them onto his shoulders, placing my aching core right in front of his delectable mouth. His eyes meet mine as his tongue reaches out, licking my slit through the already dampened lace.

My body shudders at the sensation of the fabric and wetness rubbing against my sensitive nub. “Don’t tease me, please.”

I feel Titus smile against my lips before his teeth nip at the delicate fabric, pulling it up and against me, creating even more torturous friction. His gorgeous smile grows wider as I whimper in a combination of need and frustration.

Releasing my panties from his mouth, he licks his lips. “Remember, use your word if you want me to stop.”

“Oh, I see what you’re doing. Well, two can play at that game. Just you wait until it’s my turn.” I pout, trying to bite back the grin that so desperately wants to escape.

In that moment, a multitude of emotions flash through his eyes and I can’t quite figure them all out. Was that sadness I saw?

Before I can ask, he’s back at lavishing my body with his mouth.

His teeth place gentle nips on my inner thigh as he works his way up from the inside of my knee to right where I need him the most. Right when I think he’s about to give me what I want, he repeats the entire process on the other thigh.

Refusing to play this game any longer, I take the bottom of my feet and press them against his back, pulling him and his face toward me. “Please Titus, I need you.”

With another quick tug, the black lace covering is ripped away, the coolness of the air adding to the heightened sensations driving me mad. “Let’s get one thing straight. I gave you your word for a reason. I’m not gentle and I don’t play nice. You’ll come hard, but only when I say so.”

Before I can protest, his lips have latched on to me, his tongue undulating and coaxing my hips to buck with every pull of his mouth.

God, if this is him not playing nice, I’ll take asshole Titus every single damn day. “Mmmm, more.”

Titus growls into me as his hands grab on to my ass and squeeze, his fingers digging into the plump flesh with such force that I’ll be sure to have little reminders long after this tryst is over.

Not wanting to fade into the sadness of his loss, I dive back into the moment, bucking myself into him every time he threatens with the retreat of his tongue.

“Fuck. You taste so damn good, baby.” Titus’ lips vibrate over my needy pussy, wanting him to keep going.

“Words, later. Sucking and licking, now. Agh!” I arch my back as he inserts three fingers into me, stretching me and making me need more.

“That’s what you get, little brat.” He applies pressure to a spot I never knew existed, making my entire body shake and my vision begin to darken. “Min skatt, you belong to me. Every part of you is mine and I won’t stop until I’ve owned every inch of your body.”

His words fade in and out as the world around me goes black.

What the fuck is this magic?!

My legs violently quiver against his stubble as he continues his assault. His thick fingers pumping in and out, heating my body and making it catch fire as his mouth relentlessly sucks my clit.

“My god, Titus.”

“Yes, baby.” I feel him grin against my core before one of his fingers circles the tight ring of muscles near my entrance. “You can call me god now… but wait until I’ve wrecked every inch of you.”

I moan deliriously as he plays my body like a violin. “I’ll call you whatever you want. Just. Don’t. Stop.”

Titus lets out a feral growl, his hands slipping out of me and trailing up to my waist before squeezing. My heart soars in this one possessive moment.

His eyes meet mine and they speak words either of us are too afraid to share.

All I know is that his hands on me feel like home.

As if sensing my submission, his enormous hands squeeze me tighter, dwarfing my body and making me feel like his own personal doll.

“Fuck, Ashley. My dirty little treasure.” His hands trail up my body as he rises to meet my face, his nose trailing the outline of my jaw before nipping my chin and finding my lips. “You’re my damn weakness. My biggest temptation. My fucking demise.”

In one rough movement, Titus’ hands latch onto my ass, seconds before his thick cock impales me for the very first time.

“Oh, gawd,” I groan as my eyes roll to the back of my head.

Stars. Glorious stars burst before me, all shrouded in darkness as my entire body vibrates against Titus.

There’s no doubt in my mind that this is heaven and I never want to leave.

His delicious girth slams in and out of me, stretching me and rubbing me in all the right places. It’s as if this man was made for me.

My own personal pleasure palace. I grin like a mad woman, because that’s exactly what Titus has made me. A greedy little mad woman.

“Baby, you’re so damn tight.” Titus pants against the shell of my ear as my ass slams into the wooden door, bouncing off of it like a damned game of handball.

Growling, I bite at his jawline. “And you’re so damn big.”

I feel him pulsing inside of me, the sensation making my walls clench around his girth.

“Oh, fuck. Don’t do that. Not if you don’t want the first round to end so quickly.” His tongue peeks out, licking a line up my neck before sucking the tender flesh into his mouth.

“First round? Oh, god. Yes, more, please.” With my legs wrapped around his waist, I roll my hips and ride him, all while milking his pulsating cock.

Titus’ hand reaches up to my neck, his fingers squeezing before letting go and pounding his fist against the door.

“Damn it.” He groans before issuing a string of curse words.

I’d heard about this before, power play where choking is involved. The last thing I want is for him to hold back. Not only do I trust him, but I want to give him as much pleasure as he gives me.

He needs to know this.

“Titus,” His eyes meet mine, hesitation lurking behind the beautiful orbs. “I’m yours, my body is yours. Touch me any way you please.”

His forehead presses against mine, our noses grazing against one another. “Why are you so damn perfect, min skatt?

“I just am. Now fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Titus’ lips violently clash against mine, cutting me off and devouring my mouth as if I were his last meal.

Yes, please.

My hips roll, chasing the delicious sensations as Titus slides in and out of me, our wet skin slapping together and creating a delicious cacophony of sounds.

His left hand grips onto my ass, meanwhile his right finds its way up to my neck. His fingers squeezing me tightly in a possessive hold.

In this moment, I am his.

That one movement seems to be our undoing.

Titus’ eyes squeeze shut as he lets out a guttural roar, “Come with me. NOW!”

His right hand drops, reaching my clit and pressing the pad of his thumb against it, detonating my entire body into an explosion of pure bliss on command.

Yes, this is heaven, and I never want to leave.


Titus

Min skatt, you’re home.” Brushing the hair out of her face, I see the woman she’s become, the woman I could never let myself have.

“We’re home?” She opens her eyes wide, taking in the guest room in William’s Highland Park home. “Oh my god, that’s twice I’ve fallen asleep on you. You didn’t have to carry me in here. I could’ve just walked if you’d woken me sooner. I’m so sorry. I feel like you’ve been doing nothing but taking care of me all night.” Her whole body flushes as she looks away.

“Don’t. Don’t apologize for anything. I loved taking care of you and besides, you had a very thorough workout.” I roll in my lips, trying to bite back a smile. “Not to mention, you’d already had an eventful day.”

Her slender hand reaches up and caresses my jaw line, causing me to instinctively close my eyes and soak up every second of this moment.

“Stay with me tonight?” Her small voice coaxes my eyes open, and what I see is nothing short of frustrating.

Her eyes are pleading, begging me for something I cannot give. What I’d give to be that for her, be the man she needs.

Taking her hand in mine, I pull it from me. “I’m sorry, Ashley. I can’t. I don’t do cuddly.” I know it’s a dick thing to say, especially after everything she’s been through. But in my experience, being honest is always the best policy. Leading her on would only make things worse.

Getting up from the bed I’ve just refused, I take in a deep breath and sigh. “Get some rest. You have a lot of decisions coming up and your brother will undoubtedly want to talk about whatever happened yesterday.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Ashley quickly pulls the covers over her head before lowering them just enough to peek through. “Please, don’t tell him anything. I’m not ready to deal with him yet.”

Bending at the waist, I lower myself and place a kiss on her forehead. “Whatever you want, little treasure. Sweet dreams.”

Prying myself from her presence is even harder than I would have imagined now that I’ve tasted her. But just like a Band-Aid, the faster you yank it, the less painful it is.

Not giving myself one second longer, I retreat, unwilling to look back at what I’ve dared to taste but could never have.


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