Can’t you feel it? The heat coming off of this Titan’s body, the air getting heavier and heavier as he closes in on you, cornering you against the wall. Your breath grows short from nerves, and every breath you manage to take has the faint, bitter taste of sweat. His sweat, already crowding you even before you flexes, his chest blotting out all the light in front your weak little body, shielding you from any onlooker you might call for help—not that they could overpower him anyway…
One jolt of his pecs and the moisture from his soaked muscles covers your face. A drop in your eye, another rolling down the bridge of your nose, onto your lips. On impulse, you lap it up with a quick swipe of your tongue, and the only word you can utter in your stupor is a faint, “more.”
He raises an arm, and his pit seals you in like a vice…