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“You really need to stop judging me before you even get to know me,”
he replies, suddenly twisting his hand until it’s my wrist in his grip and he spins me into his arms. “Let’s dance, Angel.”
He kisses my neck ever so lightly, his hair tickling my cheek before he moves back and gazes down at my breasts for a second, he grabs my hips as he begins moving to the music, guiding me along with him.
I’m pleasantly surprised. And ok, maybe really impressed with how effortlessly good he is at this.
“Surprised?”
he asks as he spins me around and pulls me against him. I bite my lip as I grind myself against his crotch. These heels sure give me a lot of height, and just the right amount too….
“More than a little. You really are full of surprises,”
I say softly as I reach up and run my fingers through his lush hair. He doesn’t respond and I tilt my head to look over my shoulder and see the look in his eyes.
One that makes my heart skip a beat, lust and hunger….
IS BONUS
His fingers graze up my thigh as we move in sync.
“And plenty more to discover,”
he replies as I spin around, now facing him, and run my hand down his chest and abs as I lower my body. Swaying it sensually as I lick my lips when I come level to his package, hearing his heartbeat quicken.
I look up at him, my hand lingering just over the band of his pants before I sway my hips and stand up again, wrapping my arms around his neck.
His eyes are locked with mine as he grabs my hips and pulls me against himself, once again grinding himself into me, turning me on like crazy. My eyes flash, my core clenching as I do everything I can to calm the storm of desire that is building inside of me.
There’s something about Atticus Payne that consumes me.
I want him so fucking badly.
Not caring anymore, I reach down and cup his package, feeling him throb in my hand as his body tenses. I bite my lip as I reach up and kiss his neck.
“Wanna get out of here?”
I whisper seductively.
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he takes one of my hands and kisses my knuckles softly, followed by another kiss on my wrist right over where my pulse can be felt.
He then takes a few steps back, pulling me along with him before he turns and leads the way back towards the packhouse. I stare at him, my heart racing as I follow him, knowing exactly what I signed up for.
ATTICUS
With her answer, it’s as if a switch was flipped inside of her, as if she was yielding to her decision to give me a chance and 1 appreciated it, more than she’d ever know.
But the moment she asks to get out of there, I realise her language is physical, and if I want to get closer to her, then it would have to be after sex. Something I am completely fine with; I want her so fucking much.
That tiny outfit of hers doesn’t help, and I was not blind to how many stares she was getting. She’s mine and every fucking man who looks at her better know that.
The moment we are through the door of the packhouse, our lips collide in a passionate kiss. I grab her ass and lift her so she can wrap her legs around my waist as I carry her up the stairs and down to my room. Our kisses getting hotter and more passionate by the second.
But who am I kidding? One kiss from her makes me feel drunk and so fucking turned on, and I pride myself on self-control, but she destroys that self-control as if it is nothing.
A delicious moan escapes her, and I pin her up against the wall outside my bedroom door. Her hand twists in my hair, her arousal consuming me.
I break away from her lips as she gasps for air and I pepper her neck with kisses. She sighs softly as she yanks me back by the hair and kisses my neck, sucking hard. I bite back a groan as I yank her head back, and with my teeth, I tear the choker right off her.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,”
she breathes as I bite into her neck. The urge to mark her is intense, but I won’t do that right now.
I reach to the side and find the door handle, push it open and step inside, kicking it shut behind us. Carrying her to the bed, I place her on it, ready to take off the wings when she grabs hold of my wrist. “Keep them on. You look sexy.”
I smirk, “If that’s what you want,”
I murmur, gripping the side of her face and kissing her lips as I run my other hand down her waist and then back up and around to her breast. I squeeze hard, making her gasp, her entire body reacting to my touch.
She arches her back, her eyes fluttering shut as I fondle her breast, the leather creating a barrier between my palm and most of her breast.
Moving back, I pull free from her hold. Her eyes fly open as if unhappy with the loss of contact. I unbuckle my belt, my gaze raking over her. That tiny leather body suit and those tights are only making me want to fuck her harder. She smirks as she removes her wig and horns, tossing them aside.
“On your stomach, now,”
I command quietly, wanting to see her pert sexy ass again. She obeys, rolling onto her stomach as she wriggles her ass, making me deliver a sharp slap to it. 1/2
“Oh fuck,”
she moans. She reaches behind and places her hand on top of mine for a second.
I squeeze her ass before taking hold of her wrist, pinning it to the small of her back as I brush my other hand down her back and over her ass.
She’s perfection…..
I take my time to caress her skin, from down her hips to her thighs and then to her inner thighs, enjoying her body reacting to my touch.
I run my fingers in tantalising circles as she writhes and trembles slightly, yearning for more than what I’m giving her. I continue my trail up her arms, my heart aching at the pain she has been through, but it doesn’t take away from her beauty. She tenses at first, but soon relaxes beneath my fingers.
I continue to straddle her, keeping her hand to her waist even when she writhes under me.
“Fuck, you’re a tease,”
she groans when I run my fingers down the centre of her back.
“You’ve seen nothing yet,”
I murmur, my gaze going to the zipper of her corset, and I pull it down slowly.
She moans softly, her heart thumping as I feel her breasts bounce free from the tight corset.
“Fuck…”
she whimpers the moment my lips brush her skin. I let go of her wrist and she instantly places her arms above her head, sighing in pleasure.
I cup her breasts from behind, squeezing and fondling them as I brush my thumbs down over her stiff nipples.
Fuck, they are perfect.
“Fuck, Atticus…”
she breathes, her body reacting so well against me.
“You’re beautiful,”
I murmur as I kiss her down the side, on the skin that is now free from her corset.
I then flip her onto her back, making her cheeks burn as she gazes up at me, but I’m far too consumed by her perky round breasts, her soft pink nipples making me want to suck on them. Wanting to take them in my mouth. I throb harder as I admire her.
She places her arms over her breasts, and 1 narrow my eyes. “I want to see every part of you, Adriana… don’t hide,”
I murmur.
I slide my belt out, making her heart race, watching as I wrap it around my hand. The urge to bind her consumes me, even if it is our first time. The sheer thought of the idea sends a rush of excitement through me. There’s just something about the idea of her helpless beneath me that is hot.
Leaning down, I grab her wrists and force them above her head, making quick work of binding them. Her heart races and I take hold of her chin and kiss her.
‘If at any time anything I do feels too much, say ‘Moon’ and I will stop, I murmur through the mind-link as I gaze at the moon that shines outside. I look into her eyes, which appear more vulnerable than ever. ‘Do you understand?”
She nods, but there is nothing but desire in her eyes.
“Good girl,”
I murmur before I begin kissing her down her body, hunger and passion consuming me as I taste every part of her. I slide her body suit off her and toss it aside, gazing down at her pussy now only covered by the strings of her fishnet tights that cover fucking nothing.
I throb hard, a guttural growl leaving me as I admire the thin neat strip of hair that leads to her smooth pussy. She parts her legs, opening her legs shamelessly as she gives me an even better view of her pussy.
“That’s it, baby girl, spread those legs like a good girl.”
Reaching between her thighs, I massage her soaking core, making her whimper in pleasure. She smells so divine…
“Fuck, you are gorgeous…”
I murmur, watching how every brush of contact makes her entire body react. I keep massaging her slowly, making sure not to linger too much on her clit.
She tries to lower her hands, no doubt to guide me to the spot that I already know makes her go wild, but I don’t plan to make this easy, and the belt restricts her from succeeding.
“Fuck, don’t tease me…”
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