Page 22 of Claimed By Her Monsters

“Then what do you think the others would be like in be?” he muttered against my flesh as his lips couldn’t help but continue to brush along the lines of the mark, which made me further relax against him.

I tried to not moan and answer the question, but it was a lot more difficult with my body craving Atticus’s touch.

“Sawyer seems adventurous. Confident in his own way. He knows all about the human body. I’m sure he’d know plenty of ways to make a girl cum,” I muttered and let my eyes close as I moved my head back to rest against Atticus, knowing it would give him more access to my neck, which he was obviously currently infatuated with.

“And Cornelius?” he asked before sucking the perfect spot that made me moan breathlessly.

“He’d watch,” I dangerously assumed as I bit my bottom lip slowly. “Until it becomes unbearable…like he’s starving to have a taste of me.”

“Perceptive,” he praised and freed my neck from his lip's warmth, only for our eyes to lock for a moment. It was a single moment that felt like an eternity had passed between us, his eyes lowering to my lips just like mine lowered to take a glimpse of his.

Then we were kissing.

Slow, deep, so sensually soothing that it was impossible to not get lost in his touch. Kissing Atticus was the polar opposite of Erebus. It was as if time was on our side and slowed so we could enjoy every nanosecond of desire and lust that thrummed through us.

Every movement of our lips could be acknowledged and enjoyed, just like the vast emotions that hummed through our bodies and flowed through our vivid connection. I could feel how hard it was for him to hold back his arousal.

The desperate intensity to feed into his need to ravish me and yet be a comforting mate whose priority lies with his woman’s sanity rather than sexual hunger. It was different than what I was used to, which made it a bit exciting as we followed what our bodies wanted.

He deepened the kiss easily. The bruising scrutiny of his lips against mine only lit my insides up and left me greedy for more. I moved until my naked body was pressed against his, my arms around his neck while he held my hips beneath the bubbling water.

His magic blanketed me, a warmth of tingling power that glimmered in gold and white and mixed with the various Epsom salts and rose petals I hadn’t realized he’d put in the bath until this very moment as they clung to my feverish skin.

I’d admire its beauty later for all I could focus on was kissing Atticus, trailing my lips along his cheek and jaw and to his neck as I watched the way his body relaxed and took in my show of affection.

Him allowing his woman to take the lead was something empowering for me to experience. Watching every move I made please him in some way while feeling his thickness grow harder with my pleasurable execution.

When I returned to his lips, it was his turn to take over as his hand ran through my short locks just to pull me even closer to him —as if I wasn’t pressed against his naked, wet frame.

“How my Creator has blessed me,” he muttered into my mouth before his tongue probed right in to entwine with mine. We kissed until were gasping for air, before his forehead pressed against mine while his teeth tugged at my bottom lip. “All these years of wondering where our woman could be. Little did I know she’d be a magnificent beauty. A goddess with such divine radiance.”

He sealed my lips once more, the two of us kissing until we couldn’t bear to do only that.

Breathless, we stared at one another for a moment as he clearly debated what our next move would be.

“I want to make love to you,” he finally confessed his intentions, and I suddenly felt giddy while my stomach flipped and tousled with need.

“Then what’s stopping you?” I asked against his lips before he groaned and kissed me so passionately, my toes tingled with his love.

Everything began to move quickly, water splashing onto the floor as this man held my entire weight as he got out of the tub while managing to keep me in a lip lock with his possessive lips. It felt like we were floating now, and a mere peak proved that his wings were now out and being dried by a gust of warmth that danced around us.

I got lost in his kiss and grasped the silk sheets beneath me while I opened my eyes to take a long look at the naked god as he prepared his cock that was erect and oozing with precum while the rest of his body glowed with a golden light with prism glitter.

It was mesmerizing to stare at him, my tongue slowly moving along my bottom lip while I spread my legs further out so he knew just how ready I was for him. Everything moved so naturally, that it didn’t seem like all of this was fast, and maybe that was how love was supposed to be.

For things to flow at a pace that was comfortable for both of us.

“What a sight to enjoy,” he whispered as he took me in. “Our Sweet Theia was made to be a delicate queen for me to ravish.”

Just looking at me was turning him on as his eyes shimmered with gold and sparks of white and orange.

“A true gift. My gift to feast on,” he declared and began to rub the head of his cock against my entrance. “Are you ready, Sweet Nessa?”

I shivered at the way he said my name with those hooded eyes so full of hunger, I could cum just from their attention alone.

“Yes,” I panted and watched him smile before he leaned in to kiss me long and hard. It was so easy to get lost in each kiss he delivered, his tongue already in my mouth as it danced with my tongue, which submitted to every movement.

He released my lips only to reward me with his cock that began to inch into me. His thickness spread my walls to the max and more, which made it both painful and exhilarating. He growled into my mouth as my moan got lost in my throat, the two of us completely still for this solid moment to enjoy the way my pussy walls fluttered around his length.

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