THE BILLIONAIRE'S GIRLFRIEND

SIX.

Malora stirred from her sleep when she felt as though she was being watched. Her eyes slowly drifted open to see a dark imposing figure sitting on the chair Meredith sat on earlier, which gave the viewer the full view of the sofa where she was currently laying.

It took a few minutes to register the fact that the figure wasn't there when she passed out after eating an early dinner of homemade spaghetti and meat sauce. And when it finally did register, Malora sprang to her feet in a move that would have made a gymnast proud, prepared to let out a yowl that would wake the dead, but didn't get to because the figure rose to their feet and took a step in her direction before halting.

Titan.

Heart pounding a mile, Malora clenched her fists by her thigh as her eyes greedily took in the view of him. He was dressed in dark slacks that had few creases in them, his suit jacket was missing, and the shirt he wore were rolled up at the sleeves, two top buttons were undone, and his hair looked messy and delicious. But his face... Dear lord!

"H-how long have you been here?" She managed to ask through her not so subtle panting.

"Long enough," was his gruff reply.

Malora licked her dry lips, unable to tear her eyes away from his predatory gaze. He looked ready to devour her in one single bite, yet she wasn't sure if she should be scared or delighted. It was a step up from the way he'd regarded her two days ago.

God. It felt like years since that happened.

His eyes left hers to drop on her lips, then moved down further to her shirt and pants, which were remotely not sexy, not that she wanted to look sexy for this man, anyway, but he always managed to catch her when she was least underdressed.

After he'd had his fill of her, his eyes returned to her face, this time the longing on his face was wiped off to be replaced by a blank stare. For a few minutes, neither of them moved, both refused to back down from their sudden stare-off, and the only noise that could be heard was that of the heater. Then, as if she her tail was on fire, Malora turned toward the bedroom and fled toward the hall leading to her bedroom hoping to make it in time before he caught her.

She had no such luck.

As quickly as she had ran, Malora became airborne, feet dangling off the floor, and was whirled around until her back was pressed to the wall. The only reasonable reaction was to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck to steady herself.

She found herself gazing into stormy gray eyes, ringed with light blue making it look almost violet, pupils expanding by the minute.

"Titan—" she began but was cut off by him.

"Shhh," he said, breaths coming in short pants. "Don't say a fucking word."

"But..."

He growled.

Fucking growled like an animal in heat.

Then without any warning, he seized her lips in a kiss that made her toes curl and her panties wet in an instant.

His grip under her ass kept them steady while he plundered her mouth like he wanted to devour her from inside out. His skilful tongue slipped into her mouth and began a battle of domination which she fought back equally until she was forced to surrender.

The kiss was nothing like the one she shared with Matt. No, sir. This kiss meant everything and more. It was a sweet nectar, a raging storm, sinful, and mind-blowing.

It was everything.

Malora didn't register that they'd moved from their position in the hallway until she was sailing through the air and onto the bed.