Page 20 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats

I bite my bottom lip, watching him watch me. He isn’t meeting my gaze, just keeps his set on where his hands roam my body. It’s erotic in a way I didn’t think was possible.

I’ve had sex a lot in my life, but only a few of those times were because I wanted it.

I really want this, though. Sex is so much more fulfilling when it’s on your terms.

Slowly, his hands trail down my body and I fall back into the soft bedding again. He hooks his arms under my knees, tugging me closer to the edge.

Oh…

He’s going to— “Ah!”

I can’t hold back the cry as he swipes his tongue firmly over my clit. He growls as he dives back in, licking and sucking on me. My hips move along with his rhythm, my body never having known pleasure like this before.

There’s something about wanting this before getting it. I’m used to my body being used for someone else’s pleasure, and though I’ve come from this before, this—right now—is different. I want this on a mental level, and not just because my body is responding to sex on a basic level.

Atticus wants this forme, not for himself. I feel it in his deliberate touches and the way he looks at me, the way he takes his time exploring my body. He didn’t throw me on the bed and tear my clothes off to shove himself inside me without checking if I was wet or not. No, he went slow, took me in, touched me gently. Now, he’s driving me crazy with his tongue, not relenting or slowing, just holding me in place and enjoying me.

“Atty,” I whine, finding his hair and running my fingers through it, gripping onto the strands. “That feels so good.”

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t say a word, just keeps going.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” I warn him, which is a surprise to me. I’ve never been brought to climax this quickly before. Not from someone else.

“Atticus,” I try again, my hand tugging on his hair and my hips rising to meet his tongue. Still, I get nothing, and so when the orgasm hits me, I give in to it. I moan loudly, riding his face through a mind-blowing orgasm that I feel ricocheting through me from the tips of my toes to my fingers.

When it subsides, Atticus presses a soft kiss to my clit, then licks along my thigh before sliding a finger inside me suddenly.

“Oh, my god!” I cry out as he swipes along something that feels really good.

His mouth stays on my thigh, licking and kissing as he fucks me with his finger. I wish he’d fuck me with something else. Without warning, he pulls out, grips my thigh and turns me over so I’m on my stomach. But only for a second before he’s lifting my hips from the bed and then there’s something hot and warm on my ass.

“God!” I cry out again, hands digging into the mattress.

Atticus licks and sucks, spearing his tongue inside me, tasting as much as he can. He groans as he feasts on me, fingers digging into my thighs until one falls away and then I’m being fucked again.

No one has ever paid so much attention to me during sex before, and I don’t know how to take it. It’s overwhelming and wonderful. Usually I’m being fucked by now, and I never get to come first because they stop as soon as they’re done. But Atticus isn’t doing this for him, he isn’t getting anything out of this other thanmypleasure.

His fingers slide out of me and over my clit while his tongue spears inside my pussy. I grind against his face and his fingers, wanting more. Needing more. Not getting enough. I’m going to come again. It’s a crazy realization, but here it is.

My body tenses as his fingers work me up, until the orgasm crashes over me and I detonate, my body spasming. I fall to the bed, and then I’m being rolled over and Atticus takes up the spot beside me, pulling me to him. My body is so relaxed I can’t even open my eyes.

“I thought killing was my only obsession,” he whispers, running his fingers through my hair. “But then I met you, Kitten, and seeing the way your body responds to me has me high in a way I didn’t know was possible.”

He kisses my temple and holds me so tight I don’t think he’ll ever let me go.

Chapter Nine

Atticus

Cool air brushes along my skin, and I open my eyes. Lilah is kneeling beside me, throwing her leg over my hips, the blankets down at the bottom of the bed.

“Morning,” she says, leaning down to kiss my lips. “I think I owe you something.” She grinds her bare pussy along my dick, and I let out a groan, the heat of her pussy making my cock pulse.

“You don’t owe me anything, Kitten.”

“I came twice last night, and you didn’t get to come at all.”

Her hands slide up my bare chest, stopping at my shoulders.

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