Page 47 of Avenging Azalea (California Made Men #2)

“Fuck,” Titus groaned, his muscles so tense that they shook under me. His eyes were locked on where we connected, and the hunger in them only intensified. “You’re so tight. Feels so fucking good.”

I gasped as he hit my G-spot and caused a miniature orgasm that sent a spasm through my entire body and soaked his cock.

“Oh God,” I said, losing control and dropping the rest of the way down while nearly splitting myself in half. “Ahhhhh.”

My head fell back as pleasure blurred into something deeper, something that cracked me open—not from pain, but from the way he touched me. Titus looked at me like I was something precious, like I could fall apart and still be safe in his hands.

Panting, I braced my hands on his abs and sat there feeling his girth filling me and taking in the fact that this was really happening.

“Oh my god,” were the only words I could conjure.

“God, you’re beautiful, Little Bird,” he growled, voice low and frayed like he was holding himself back by a thread.

“Mine. Every sound you make…you don’t even realize how fiercely I’ll fight to keep you.

You’re driving me past reason with this hunger that I can’t, and don’t want to tame, until I’ve had every part of you.

” Titus said, his voice tight as his fingers pressed harder into my hips.

His words undid me while wrapping around my heart like silk feathers laced with steel. My breath hitched, my thighs clenched, and God help me—I never wanted to leave this room. I wanted to fall and keep on falling. To give him everything he hadn’t even asked for yet.

I began to move, slow at first, easing him in and out of me, adjusting to the stretch and the sheer size.

I really did try to make sure this first intimate moment lasted.

It was a moment to savor, but I was spiraling.

Each deep stroke dragged over that perfect spot inside me, like he’d been shaped to find it.

“Oh God, I’m coming again,” I gasped, my voice breaking as the climax crashed through me. Wild, uncontrollable, like a storm skimming across every nerve and sending an electrical charge through me. My body seized around him, clenching tight, and a ragged moan tore from my lips.

Titus groaned and then sucked in a breath that somehow came out sharp and guttural. The flicker of restraint in his eyes vanished in a blink.

I collapsed forward. Chest to his and tried to catch my breath, but Titus grabbed my ass with both hands, fingers biting deep as he began to thrust—hard and relentless.

The rhythm was punishing, devastating, and I couldn’t even scream.

My cries lodged in my throat, trapped behind the pleasure tearing through me like a lit fuse heading for an explosion.

Each thrust knocked another orgasm loose, until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began. I saw stars—whole constellations. My lungs forgot how to work. All I could do was hold on as our bodies collided over and over in a rhythm that felt like madness.

Titus’s teeth grazed the side of my neck as he growled like an animal. I screamed his name as another orgasm hit. My body was weak, and I lay in his hold, paralyzed between a world where this was too much and never enough.

Our bodies came together, and our skin slapping was the only sound other than our mutual cries of pleasure.

My entire body froze as he unimaginably, not only pulled another mind-bending climax from me, but this one was larger than all the others combined. I’d never experienced anything like this.

“Titus!”

“Fuck…yes…yes…oh fuck…Little Bird, you’re mine,” Titus whispered harshly into my ear, making me shiver as he came.

With each erratic thrust, I felt him coming deep inside of me. Maybe that should’ve scared me, our dynamic had shifted overnight, and yet…there was no fear. Never with him.

He finally stilled, and we lay there with his arms wrapped around me, sweat clinging to our skin.

The world was a blur—stars still danced behind my eyelids, and my body trembled from aftershocks I couldn’t stop if I tried.

I sagged against him, my limbs completely weak, breath hitching, skin oversensitive.

Every nerve was lit and buzzing with a steady hum.

Titus’s hands, once gripping me like a lifeline, gentled.

He ran them up and down my back in long, easy strokes, anchoring me once more.

One arm curled protectively around my waist while the other slid into my hair, cradling my head against his chest. Titus smoothed the damp strands away from my face.

“You with me, Little Bird,” he murmured, his voice rough, laced with a touch of fear, maybe. Like he was worried he’d broken me.

Too undone for words, I nodded against him. I listened to the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek, while the warmth of his body wrapped around mine like a shelter from the storm he’d just pulled me through.

He kissed the top of my head.

“Breathe for me, Little Bird,” he said, rubbing circles in the middle of my back.

And I did.

Because I trusted him to hold all my shattered pieces.

Titus cradled me. Not like I’d crack from the pressure, but like he was afraid of what might come next if he let go.

His fingers traced over my skin, slow and gentle, like he needed the contact just as badly as I did.

We didn’t speak again for quite a while.

Just our breathing and heartbeats filled the silence.

Then I felt it, his chest flexing under mine. A silent hesitation before he spoke, and I suddenly worried that he was going to say this was a mistake.

“I wasn’t supposed to feel this way,” Titus said, voice rough. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

I tensed, but he tightened his arms around me before I could pull away.

“I tried to fight it. I really did,” Titus continued. “Tried like hell. But it’s you. It’s always been you.”

I lifted my head, searching his face, and what I saw there wasn’t lust or the leftovers of our passion-filled adrenaline. It was vulnerability. It was fear. It was love completely unfiltered.

“I love you,” he said, like he’d been drowning in the truth of it and was finally getting the chance to get it off his chest.

His eyes locked on mine, and I saw it then, all of it.

The chaos. The craving. The soul-deep need.

But beneath it was something softer. Something wrecked, something that mirrored the damage in my soul.

I’d never seen it before, had always pictured Titus as this unmovable and unflappable man, but I realized in this moment that we both had scars.

They lined our souls, and tonight we laid them bare.

“If I lose you now….” He swallowed hard.

“It won’t just break me—it’ll end me.” I couldn’t keep the shock from showing.

Was this real? “Because you’re not just mine, Little Bird…

you’re the only thing that has ever pulled me out of the darkness that is my family.

The only thing that ever made me want more for my life than what I was ordered to accept. ”

Titus cupped the side of my face, thumb brushing over my lips like he was memorizing the feel.

“Hope. That’s what you are to me.”

Tears stung my eyes, and as I blinked, a single tear trickled down my cheek.

“You didn’t just crawl under my skin…you rebuilt me from the inside out. And I’ll give you every broken piece I have if it means I can keep you.”

My breath hitched as I pushed myself up just enough so that my lips hovered over his.

“I love you, Titus. I always have.”

He smiled before he kissed me slowly, like he was worshiping my lips.

It wasn’t rushed or rough, but full of meaning, like he was trying to convey the depth of his feelings with the simple touch.

And I felt everything. Every unsaid word, every scar, and surrender between us.

If this was all we ever had, this one kiss of longing and love, then I would carry the moment like a prayer whispered into my chest, loving him quietly for the rest of my life.