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“You got your drive from your mother, then. Nothing wrong with wanting to be successful.” Hyperion’s smile was warm, inviting her to say more. Was there more?
“But I don’t know if that’s what I want. Since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to become an archaeologist, but after graduation... I’m not sure that was even my goal, or if I was chasing a six-year-old’s dreams.” Apparently, there was more. More than she’d put into words before. “I told myself this summer would be my chance to let loose a little. Go out, drink, meet boys. Then I’d return to my life, build a career, and make the best of my degree. Be a success.”
He tilted his head. His eyes, amber now, saw right to her very core. “But not happy.”
“Not happy.” She’d convinced herself happy wasn’t good enough, but when she was in his arms, and he looked at her like she was his world, she’d been happy. Even when she was afraid of him, a little part of her reveled at the excitement of the unknown. “You know, I’d made contingency plans for everything”—including a summer fling—“except you.”
“And now that you met me?”
She sighed. “Your existence is proof I can’t be prepared. That plans aren’t guarantees. And that maybe what I wanted out of life isn’t what I need.” She shouldn’t have made him sit across the table. She wished she could pull his arms around her while she bared her soul like this. “But if I fought for the wrong thing so many years, where does that leave me? Who am I, if I’m not good-girl Olivia, soon to be archaeologist extraordinaire?”
“You’re a woman in search of a new dream.”
Was it possible she’d found one that combined her degree with the adventurous life she never allowed herself to experience? “I could help you look for your brothers,” she said.
His expression was unreadable, his face more impassive than when he was made of marble. Was her suggestion too much of a commitment? Did he feel pressured?
She was done second-guessing herself. He was the one who talked about love, and that was a commitment.
Still, she whispered, “If you want me to, that is.”
Hyperion stared at her, and the more he didn’t speak, the faster the words spilled from her lips. “You obviously know more than I do about where they could be, and you can manipulate minds, so you don’t need my help, but I could be your inside man. Woman. If you know where to look, and you fund an expedition, I can organize it.” Did she sound desperate?
Why wasn’t he saying anything?
She blinked, and he was beside her, pulling back her chair.
“What—?”
“I need to be inside you. Now.” He picked her up like she weighed nothing, and tore open the fly of her pants. No, wait. Yeah, he tore open her jeans, all the way. He had to stop destroying her clothes, damn it.
She’d yell about it later, because now he propped her ass on the dining-room table and shoved down his jeans so hard the seams popped.
He tugged her panties out of the way and pushed into her. She was still aching from this afternoon, but she urged him on with her heels on his buttocks. Who cared about the pain, when she knew the pleasure that would follow?
Her eyes rolled back in her head, as he ploughed her body. The vase that stood on the table rattled closer to the edge with each of Hyperion’s thrusts, and then crashed to the floor. It would only take a pinch on her clit, for Olivia to chase it over the edge, but Hyperion kept driving her higher until she was a ball of desire, floating on air. She couldn’t control her limbs. Her body was his now. And she was falling.
Hyperion took care of her again. He showered her, and then took her to his bed, and fed her room service. The energy was sapped out of her, and her ass was sore where the wood dug into it. She had bruises from his grip on her thighs and felt raw between them, but the sting was carried on euphoria at the memory of their time together.
A Titan had fucked her raw. A Titan chose her for his bed. Her Titan.
Her Titan had deflected with crazy sex when she implied she wanted a future with him.
“So did you like my idea about the expedition?” she asked, nuzzling his chest. The short curly hairs were still damp from the shower, and he smelled good enough to eat.
As if he heard her thoughts, he put his hand on the top of her head, and nudged her lower. His erection tapped her chin.
“Don’t you ever go soft?” she asked, running a finger down his length.
“Not when you’re around.” His shaft bobbed in front of her eyes. “And I seem to remember a certain promise...”
After all they’d done, she suddenly felt bashful. In the elevator, she’d been driven by her need for answers and the illusion of power she held over him when she had him in her mouth. Now the angle was awkward, and she was too exhausted to move. Her inexperience would show.
“Kiss it.” His voice had gone lower. Rougher.
She licked her lips and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the velvet tip.
“Deeper. Use your tongue.”
He hissed when she tucked her lips over her teeth and pushed down on him. When the head was in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it and along the tiny slit in the top. His hips flew off the mattress, and when she looked at him, his head was thrown back, the tendons in his neck bulging with strain. She circled his girth with her hand and tugged.
Hyperion groaned, and so did the headboard, where he gripped it.
She did this. To an immortal being.
Olivia closed her lips over him again and sucked, then used her tongue to trace the thick vein on the underside.
“You’re killing me, woman,” he roared.
She laughed, and one of his hands flew to her hair, holding her still.
“That tickles,” he ground out.
She took more of him in and swallowed. Having her tonsils taken out finally paid off when he nudged the back of her throat and kept going. Her eyes teared up, but she fought her gag reflex and swallowed again.
“I’m not going to last long.” He gathered her hair in his fist and pulled, but she wasn’t done with him.
She pumped him with her hand and slid her mouth up and down his length until his thigh trembled.
“Olivia, I’m going to come.”
She couldn’t speak with her mouth full, so she tightened her lips around the head of his cock and sucked, pumping her fist faster.
He twitched, and then his cum spurted on her tongue and the back of her throat. It was salty and tangy. Not unpleasant. She swallowed, and then laughed when he dragged her up his body for a searing kiss. More questions could wait till morning.