Page 96 of Night Shift

He cupped my breasts, grazing my nipples with his thumbs before he laid me down on the bed. Then he trailed his fingers along my curves and began to slide them down, peppering kisses along my hips and the insides of my legs as he went. I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin with each kiss. When he got to my feet, he stood and slowly began removing his clothes. First, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He shoved his jeans off his hips, and they fell to the floor, releasing his already hard cock.

“Wow, commando, huh?” I giggled, and he joined me on the bed, pushing my shoulders down and placing his hand on the flat of my stomach while his eyes roamed over every inch of me.

“Stay still, beautiful,” he instructed, tracing his fingertips in lazy circles over the center of my body as his lips moved up to my mouth. His kisses were slow and sensual, igniting a fire deep within me. Soon, he pulled back and rested on his forearm. I reached over, wanting to touch the purple marks over his ribs, but he stopped me, grasping my wrist firmly and pressing my hand onto the mattress.

“But you’re hurt. I don’t want—”

“Hush. Tonight, you don’t touch me,” he rumbled, gliding his hand up my side and across my collarbone before wrapping it around the curve of my throat. His lips moved to my mouth, whispering, “I’m going to worship every inch of you—tenderly, thoroughly, and completely.”

My heart raced as Atticus nibbled gentle kisses along that sensitive area at the corner of my jaw. The sensation made me arch my back and release a soft whimper. I craved more of him. I tried to take his face in my hands and return the affection, but he gently took hold of my wrists and placed them on either side of my head, reminding me of his rule for tonight. “You do nothing.”

With that, I relinquished control, allowing him to have his way with me.

Atticus continued his exploration, lavishing attention on my breasts as he kissed and nipped at them. He rolled and pinched my nipples between his fingers, making me gasp and squirm beneath him. This man knew exactly the best balance between pleasure and pain, knew how to provoke the best response from my body. Wet heat flooded my core, and I began to pant softly. He lowered one hand, slowly tracing across my belly and hips until his fingers dipped into my slick folds.

“God, you’re so wet for me already,” he growled. And when his fingers glided over my most sensitive spots, my body melted, yielding to him. I had never been more willing to surrender myself completely to him, this man who, despite the darkness of our past, had managed to bring light into my life.

“Atticus,” I breathed out, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure he was giving me. He smirked, knowing full well what he was doing.

“Trust me, Samantha,” he whispered before continuing our intimate entanglement.

I didn’t make my usual snarky remark, because this time—I did trust him.

As his fingers continued their ministrations, rolling over my swollen clitoris, I rocked my hips up to meet him, my breath hitching and my mind reeling from the bliss.

“Remember, Samantha,” he warned with a devilish grin, noticing the way my hands clutched the sheets at my sides, desperate to reach for him, “don’t you dare try to touch me. If you do, I might just have to tie you up.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I managed to comply, keeping my hands firmly on the bed. His fingers continued their delicious torment, teasing and tantalizing until I could hardly think straight.

“Atticus, please,” I begged, desperate for relief from the escalating tension that was threatening to consume me.

He responded by inserting one finger into my pussy, then a second, before curling them up to find that sensitive spot deep inside me. My body arched off the bed when he hit it, and a rush of warm liquid flooded the edges of my thighs.

He withdrew his glistening fingers from within me, licking and sucking my sweet juices off each digit while keeping his eyes locked on mine the whole time, daring me to look away. “God, you taste so good,” he murmured while I watched. The sight was both carnal and enthralling, fueling the fire burning between my legs.

“More, Atticus…please…I need more friction.”

Without a word, he shifted, positioning his face between my legs and putting his muscular hands under my ass as he pulled my pussy closer to his eager mouth. I was exposed and completely surrendered to his capable hands. The anticipation was maddening, but what came next was beyond worth it.

His tongue plunged into me, fucking my pussy in a way that made my entire body tremble. He bit and sucked on my clitoris, sending jolts of electricity rocketing through me. My breathing grew heavier with each pass of his tongue, my vision blurring while I fought to hold back my building climax. It took everything I had not to reach out and grab onto him as the sensations threatened to send me over.

“Atticus…” I gasped when I neared the edge of climax. Somehow, though, he knew exactly when to pull back, leaving me teetering on the brink but not allowing me to tumble over just yet.

“Patience, my love,” he whispered against my heated skin. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He trailed wet kisses up my belly, and I shivered in expectation of what was to come next. His tongue swirled around the edge of my navel before continuing its journey upward, leaving a path of tingling sensations as it went. He paused to lavish attention on my breasts, planting slow, deliberate kisses on them before moving on to my throat.

“Are you ready for more?” he murmured, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his full lips.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Careful not to put too much weight on me, Atticus positioned himself over my body. I gasped when he rubbed the head of his cock against my sensitive clitoris, giving me the delicious friction I craved. With one smooth motion, he thrust himself inside of me, filling me completely. My breath hitched as I adjusted to his size, a mixture of pleasure and pain swirling within me.

“Relax, Samantha,” he urged, his voice soothing. When I did, he began to move, rocking his hips back and forth rhythmically. He fucked me slowly and deeply, and with each thrust, the fiery tendrils of pleasure climbed up through my core, once again bringing me to the edge.

One of his hands traveled down my body, finally coming to rest over my mound. His thumb grazed the sensitive nub, and my arousal intensified. He quickened the pace of his hips, slamming in and out of me, his thumb expertly circling the swollen bundle of nerves.

“Atticus!” I cried out, his name morphing into a moan.

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