Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Like he had to be told twice.
Lily was in front of him, offering herself to him, and he wasn’t going to turn away from her. But she had to understand what would happen next. “I won’t walk away after I have you.”
“I’m not asking you for any promises.”
He had an engagement ring on her finger. How did you make a bigger promise than that? “I’m not talking pretend. This will be real. We will be real.”
A little furrow appeared between her eyebrows.
“Can a psychopath love?” The question was pulled from him. It was something he’d often wondered about. He didn’t believe his father had loved. Didn’t think the twisted bastard had ever been capable of loving anyone or anything.
I will not be like him.
“Atlas—”
No. He didn’t need an answer. Didn’t want to hear one right then.
He wanted Lily. She’d chosen him. She’d saved him.
He’d tried to keep her away. He’d ordered her away, but she just came back.
Dammit, Atlas had even gotten the guards at his business to escort her out.
She’d come back, and she’d chosen him. Saved him.
His mouth swept down onto hers. Soft at first. Caressing. Almost worshipping because he understood that she was something incredibly special to him.
But softness didn’t last. He’d been truthful when he said his control would not hold with her. He had to fuck her. To take her.
So the kiss became rougher. More demanding. He curled his hands around her waist, and he dragged her against him. Lifted her up because it was easier to take her mouth and savor her, and when her legs wrapped around his hips, he growled.
She was soft and warm. He was hard and hungry. His dick shoved against her as she rocked against his erection. Teasing and pushing him even more. Oh, such a mistake.
You didn’t wave the red flag in front of the bull. Not unless you were ready for him to charge.
Yet he’d already learned so much about his Lily. So much. And the more he learned, the more of an expert he became at just how to handle her…
Lily had to experience pleasure with him. He’d be damned if she ever called his fucking just fine. She would need to scream. She would need to claw at him. She would need to shatter beneath him.
Then he’d take her.
He pulled his mouth from hers. She began to kiss his neck as he carried her to the bed. Her legs stayed locked around him, and every step had his dick pushing against her. She gripped his shoulders. He felt the bite of her teeth against his throat. A sensual nip.
Lust flooded through him. “Lily.”
“Show me what you want. Tell me what you want.”
Oh, easy. “You.” Wide open. Taking him in deep. Moaning his name and begging for more. He lowered her on the bed. “Strip.”
With hands that trembled, she did. He waited, needing her to do this part, to remove the clothing. To show him her scar. To bare herself to him.
She did.
The blouse hit the floor. She kicked away her shoes. Shimmied out of the pants. She crouched in the middle of the bed, wearing only a bra and bikini panties. Her hands pressed to the comforter on either side of her body. He could see her scar, the line that sliced across her stomach.
I would kill the bastard a thousand times for you. And laugh while he begged.
“Take off the bra,” he told her even as he yanked off his own shirt and tossed it to the floor. He stripped off his clothes with rough hands, dropping the garments until he was before her just in his boxers.
She reached behind her. Arched her back, and the bra slid away as she unhooked it.
Fuck. She’s pretty. She had such pretty, tight nipples. Thrusting toward him. Begging for his mouth. So he just had to take them.
“Flat on the bed, sweets.”
She swallowed and lowered down onto the mattress. Her head went onto his pillow.
He climbed on top of her. But, carefully. He kept his body off hers. Not like he wanted to crush her with his weight.
“Are you afraid?” he asked.
She shook her head.
His mouth covered one breast. Licked and sucked the tight nipple.
She gasped and arched toward him.
He sucked harder. His hand snaked between them, going down to touch her through the silk of her panties.
He rubbed her, and she was wet. Already wet, he could feel her heat.
His fingers eased under the edge of those panties, the better to stroke in her, and damn, but she was tight.
Tight and so hot, and she was going to feel fantastic when she came around his cock.
But Lily wasn’t to that point, not yet. She was too tense. Her body not yielding fully.
“Lily, Lily, Lily,” he chided. His control still held, for the moment. “Talk to me. Focus on me.” He kissed his way to her other breast. Licked and sucked, then used the edge of his teeth.
She moaned.
And got wetter on his fingers.
Down, down he went, his mouth kissing her carefully as he explored her body.
“Atlas…just…just take me. I want you, now. Just come inside—”
His head lifted. “You’re not ready.”
“I am.”
“No.” Not for how hard he’d go in her. His mouth pressed to the line that sliced across the silky skin on her stomach. He hated that she’d been hurt. If he could, he would have taken away every moment of pain that Lily had ever felt.
Another kiss against her old wound. His head lifted before he prepared to—
A teardrop slid down her cheek.
“Lily?” Every muscle locked. “What am I doing wrong?”
Tears swam in her gaze. “No one has ever kissed my scar before.”
She was crying over that? Dammit. But, “Sweets, I am going to kiss all of you. You belong to me.”
Her head moved against the pillow. “Does that mean you belong to me?”
Ah… “Yes.” He nodded. He did. He felt it.
Deep inside. He’d never belonged to another person.
No one had fucking wanted him to belong.
Not any of those foster houses when he’d been a kid and he’d bounced around.
Not any of the group homes where the counselors had not-so-secretly feared him.
Not the women who’d been too eager to fuck him because they were drawn to his money.
Lily was different.
Did he belong to her? Yes.
“Has someone ever kissed your scars?” Lily asked.
He’d had too many lovers. Could barely remember them all. And he—
“I want to kiss your scars, Atlas. I want to kiss all of you.”
His whole body jerked. Do not come until you are inside of her. Do not come…
But those tempting words from Lily were splintering his control.
“Please,” she added in her ever-so-polite tone. Her body shifted. Her hands pushed gently against him. He realized he could probably refuse her nothing in this world. And when the woman was offering to take his dick in her mouth…
Hell, no, not gonna refuse.
So he ditched his boxers and spread out on the bed. Lily climbed over him. Began to kiss his chest. Softly. Tenderly. Hesitantly.
Her mouth pressed to his nipples. Kissed. Licked. Bit him lightly. Turned him the hell on even more.
Then…
Down.
Her soft lips brushed over his chest as she went down. A sensual press of her mouth. Gentle kisses against the old scars that he carried.
No, no. No one has ever kissed my scars. The others avoided them. Were they disgusted? Afraid? Not like I ever asked. Not like I ever cared.
No, they didn’t kiss my scars.
But Lily did.
He’d kissed hers. She kissed his. Tender touches that took away pain that had marked them both for far too long.
Only Lily wasn’t done.
She eased down his body, positioned herself between his legs. Braced one hand on each of his thighs before she lowered her mouth and put those soft, sexy lips around the head of his cock.
Fuck. He grabbed the bedding. Fisted it.
She took more of him in her mouth. Just an inch. She sucked. Licked. And then took more. Another inch.
He could hear the bedding tear in his grip.
Her head bobbed. She hadn’t taken in much of him.
One hand now gripped the base of his dick.
Holding him. Guiding him. The other still pressed to his thigh as she braced herself.
That hot, sweet mouth sucked him, pulled him in a bit deeper.
Her movements were careful and slow. Torture and heaven all at the same time.
More. Deeper. She bobbed her head, licked her tongue over the head of his cock, brought her mouth to the tip, and kissed and licked and sucked before she took him in again—
He’d ripped off chunks of the bed covers. His hips flew up, and his dick surged toward her mouth. She moaned around his dick. He looked down at her. His dick, in her mouth.
He could hear a thunder echoing in his ears. Pounding over and over. His heart? His body was too hard. Too rough. Too big. Need blasted through him. A savage lust that couldn’t be contained, not any longer.
He needed her too much.
He let go of the torn bedding and grabbed for Lily.
Even as he was grabbing for her, she was yanking off her panties and tossing them to the side.
He hauled her up, pulling her over him. Her mouth met his.
Her legs spread for him. She straddled him as she bent forward, and her tongue dipped into his mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The way she was positioned…right there…
His hands slid between her legs. His cock probed at the entrance to her body. She was wet and warm and so hot, and the head of his cock thrust into her.
Just a bit…
Just a little…
A shudder rocked him.
Hot. Tight. Mine.
She rocked against him, taking in more.
His teeth snapped together.
“You’re torturing me!” she cried.
“Never.” He rolled them, fast, and pulled out of Lily.
“Atlas!”
His breath heaved. Too hard. Too fast. The thundering in his ears was even stronger. He needed to fuck her. To drive deep and claim her.
Bare. I was in her bare.
He couldn’t do that. He climbed from the bed.
“Atlas?”
“Need a condom.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.