Free Titan Rising 2 (Syalantian 2) by Bobbi Ross Page B

rhythmic licks of his skillful, royal tongue released shock waves of heated pleasure in my aching core. Core full of want and desire.
    Every inch of my body craved for this man. My tender nipples were hard against the sky yearning to be squeezed and rubbed as my hips rocked back and forth screaming for more of his wicked ministrations, begging for his magnificent length to stretch and fill my burning sheath.
    With slow deliberate strokes of his tongue, he traced along the folds of my lower lips, gently teasing the silky nub of my entrance and I moaned my appreciation.
    For a moment our eyes fixed on each other. “I want you to come for me my sweet Asanti,” he commanded, an impish grin drawn in his gorgeous face. No objections here. Ready to obey.
    He grasped my ass tighter, almost painfully then dragged his tongue across my center, drinking me in and inflaming my arousal.
    I arched up and would have pulled myself from the blinding pleasure that was still reverberating through me, had he not held so tight. Then he did it again. And again. And again… Until his tongue focused on the pink pearl of nerves at the top of my inner lips.
    A series of loud moans escaped my lips as tremors consumed my form, and filled me with sweet bliss. If this was real, the entire dome would’ve been alerted by our midnight concerto.
    I thrust my hands into his hair, one moment pushing him away for fear of my heart stopping from the cascading waves of pleasure exploding deep in my core and the next pulling him deeper into me for more. I needed to feel him deeper. To feel his hardness slide inside me. To fill me. To claim me. I screamed for him and...
    Bang! Bang! Bang!
    My vision darkened, and the stars faded from the night sky. His image between my legs began to waver. “No, not now!” I whined. 
    Bang! Bang! Bang!
    My eyes flew open to my spatially challenged apartment, bathed in the blue light of my ever haunting alarm clock.
    "Keep it down in there," my next door neighbor’s voice bellowed through the thin modular walls.
    But I was too tired to be embarrassed. And way too satisfied to care. An easy grin slid across my face.
     
     

CHAPTER 2
     
    At least my luck was holding out. Neither prince nor princess called me for breakfast this morning. My best guess, he figured the next time they called for breakfast service, I'd bring a parade. Now about last night. I can't say that I or little Emery weren’t tempted, but sex with a married man was a line I wasn't willing to cross. No matter how inhumanly beautiful that perfectly sculpted sweet smelling man might be. So, in defiance of my lower half, I was keeping my fingers crossed that last night's close encounter would be our first and last.
    Some of the waitstaff called in sick with Colaerian worm parasites. I don't care how delicious Colaerian pecan pie was, there was no way I was risking pooping out angry pecanbeast worms for a week. Just the noise they made was scary enough, but the biting - sheesh! So since my schedule was free, I helped out in the dining room.
    The rush of setting up tables, taking orders and schmoozing with guests kept me busy, and more importantly my mind off of a certain prince and his wife. Yet, every once in a while, when there was a pause, images of his sensual, strong body, his seductive eyes and his lips ravishing mine would flush my cheeks.
    By 1 pm the restaurant was hopping. It seemed like everyone wanted to eat at the same time, and that was fine by me. Until little angry Hoofsmear decided to grace us with her presence. I had just gotten an order from a Celaxtate guest for some freshly fermented Colaerian pecan pie, which was totally cool because her digestive juices were akin to magma.
    I was hustling it over to her, when Ms. Hoofsmear's tail suddenly swished out in front of me. As if she had it planned, her 3ft deep orange, sinewy tail suddenly blocked my path driving me to lose my balance.
    My forward momentum sent me spinning across the room and