"Don't care. As far as I’m concerned. You already belong to me."

  The penthouse was dark, save for the city lights twinkling in through the tall windows. He bypassed the living area then proceeded to carry me down the long hallway into our bedroom. Each footstep on the marble floor echoed through the spacious penthouse like thunderclaps.

  He managed to kick the door shut with his foot before setting me down on the bed. He removed both our shoes before pushing me back on the bed and crawling over me until his face was inches from mine. Then he said, “You want me to communicate? All right then.”

  With the grace of a panther, he moved closer, his hands on either side of my face. His fingers tracing along my skin as if I was something precious, something delicate. His eyes never left mine as he lowered his lips onto my own.

  It wasn’t just a kiss—it was an affirmation of ownership, of understanding, of desire.

  As our lips moved together, it was as if we were having an entire conversation without words. Every breath was an admission of need, every gentle nip a reassertion of his claim over me.

  His hands found mine above my head, interlacing our fingers and pinning them down against the soft silk sheets.

  "Atticus," I began, but words escaped me as his lips began exploring again.

  "Um-hm?" He hummed against my skin, causing shivers to dance down my spine.

  "I—" But my words were cut short as he captured my lips again.

  "Shh," he quieted me, his voice a soft murmur against my mouth. "My turn to communicate."

  His lips moved from mine and began tracing a path downward along the line of my jaw, the hollow of my throat. His hands, still entwined with mine, never left their place above my head, pinning me gently but firmly to the bed.

  As his mouth drew closer to my breasts, I could feel my heartbeat quicken—the anticipation was palpable. He smirked up at me, his dark eyes brimming with promise. Then his lips found my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress. My head fell back as a moan escaped my lips.

  "All good?" he asked as he traced figure eights over the swell of my breast.

  "Yes," I whispered breathlessly. "Very good."

  His hands released my wrists. "Stay," he murmured against the skin of my neck as he began to unzip my dress slowly. Every inch revealed more skin for him to kiss, to claim.

  When he finally unfurled the dress from around me, leaving me in just my very tiny panties, his gaze was a mixture of hunger and adoration. He took in every inch of me as if I were a masterpiece only meant for his eyes.

  His fingers danced down my body, teasing the edges of the lacy fabric of my underwear. His eyes, dark and full of desire, never left mine as his hands moved lower, tracing the line of my hips.

  "Atticus," I moaned, my breath hitching as he teased the edge of my panties.

  His smirk widened. "Just communicating," he murmured against my skin. His hand dipped lower, his fingers tracing over the wet spot in my underwear as a gasp escaped my lips. "You're so wet,” he groaned.

  "For you," I managed to whisper, my eyes fluttering closed as he applied gentle pressure through the fabric.

  "Beautiful," he murmured. The word was heavy with sincerity.

  I could only watch, breath hitched in my throat, as he stripped down. His body bore the perfect blend of strength and elegance, each muscle etched to perfection under his olive skin.

  His cock bobbed insistently against his stomach, making my eyes go wide. Christ, he was huge. How the hell had we fit together before? How was I able to walk afterward?

  He crawled back onto the bed, prowling over me once more. His gaze was so intense that it sent shivers cascading down my spine. His mouth moved back to my breasts, his tongue swirling around the pebbled nipple before gently sucking it into his mouth. A whimper escaped my lips as heat pooled deep within me.

  "Do you like that?" he murmured against my skin.

  I could only nod in response, lost in the pleasure he was giving me.

  His free hand slipped between our bodies, cupping me intimately through the last piece of clothing separating us. I gasped as his finger pushed the fabric against my tight channel.

  His fingers explored my wetness, the lacy fabric providing an enticing barrier to his touch. I bucked against him, a moan slipping from my lips as he found the right spot. My fingers gripped onto the silk sheets, the cool material a contrast against my heated skin.

  He smirked against my breast, pulling away from my nipple with an enticing pop. "You like that, don't you?" His voice was a husky growl that rumbled deep in his chest, causing exciting tremors in mine.

  "Atticus," I whimpered again, my hips instinctively grinding against his hand.

  His eyes darkened further at my response, lust and desire etching deeper lines onto his handsome face. He slowly slid down, leaving a trail of kisses in his path. When his mouth met the apex of my thighs, I could only whimper in anticipation.

  "Atticus... please," I begged desperately, my hands finding purchase in his hair. His hot breath against the soaked fabric of my panties made me writhe underneath him.

  He looked up at me through hooded eyes, a wicked grin splitting his lips apart. "Patience, love," he murmured before nuzzling into the juncture of my thighs.

  He nudged aside my thong but didn't remove it before delving his tongue into my folds. My body arched off the bed, a sharp gasp escaping my lips as he traced lazy circles around my clit. His large hands held my thighs apart, his fingers digging into my skin as my hips tried to buck against his mouth.

  "Easy..." he murmured, his voice vibrating deliciously against my core. His tone was teasing, but his eyes were alight with an intense devotion that left me breathless.

  His tongue danced along my sensitive button, each flick sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. My grip in his hair tightened as a moan tore through me, echoing off the room’s tall windows. The sensation of his tongue against me was exquisite—wet and warm, rough and soft all at once.

  With careful precision, he traced the shape of my entrance before diving in, lapping at my wetness like a man starved. My back arched off the bed again, and this time I screamed his name on my lips like a mantra. “Atticus… Atticus… Atticus…”

  He moved lower still, toward my untouched hole. He blew gently on it before pushing a slick finger inside me. I gasped at the intrusion but didn't protest. I knew just how good this would feel.

  The dual assault had me writhing beneath him.

  My hands tangled in his hair, tugging on it as ecstasy washed over me, wave after wave. My breath came out in short gasps and pants, each one filled with his name. His tongue lapped at me greedily, drinking in every drop that I had to offer.

  "You taste so good," he murmured before diving back in for another taste. His tongue instinctively knew where to stroke, how much pressure to apply. Each flick was calculated and precise, as if he knew exactly what I needed.

  "You are so close," he murmured huskily. "Let go for me."

  His words sent me over the edge. My body convulsed as an orgasm ripped through me. My vision blurred as I screamed his name, the sound echoing around the room.

  He didn’t stop until I was shuddering beneath him, every drop of pleasure wrung from my body. Then he gently pulled his fingers from me and licked them clean. When he crawled up my body, I shuddered against him and whispered, "You are... wow."

  "And you are so beautiful when you come apart for me," he rasped, his hot breath fanning along the column of my neck before he fastened his mouth over it to nip lightly at the sensitive skin.

  I kissed his pec before meeting his gaze. "You're not the only one who likes to communicate you know."

  His soft chuckle sent a wave of need through me. "Is that so?"

  "It is." I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, my hands splaying across his chest muscles. A low growl rumbled from within him as I slowly ground my wet pussy against his throbbing cock. He looked up at me, desire darkening his mesmerizing wintergreen eyes.

  "I want to taste you," I murmured against his ear, a shiver running down his spine at my words. His eyes held mine just as my fingers wrapped around his hard length. A gasp escaped him, the sound sinfully erotic to my ears.

  I dipped my head down, trailing soft kisses along his chiseled torso. With each touch of my lips to his heated skin, he gasped and twitched beneath me. His breath hitching in anticipation was the sweetest melody to my ears.

  As my mouth met the tip of his cock, he let out a long groan. His hands instinctively tangled in my hair, applying gentle pressure as encouragement. I teased his tip with the flat of my tongue before taking him into my mouth.

  "Fuck Gwen... you... you're..." His voice broke on a grunt as he hit the back of my throat.

  "I'm what?" I murmured against his skin as I pulled back. "Tell me."

  "An angel... goddess..." His tight grip on my braids told me how I was making him feel. "Devil. Temptress. My ruin." Then he gasped as I took him deep again. "Fuuuuck."

  The taste of him on my tongue was intoxicating, and I found myself relishing in it, trying to draw out every delicious moment for as long as possible. His cock throbbed in my mouth, each pulse an addictive rhythm that only spurred me on further.

  "Fuck, Gwen," he gasped out through gritted teeth. His fingers tightened in my hair, pulling me down and forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. "That pretty mouth looks so fucking good stretched around my cock. You're such a good wife for taking all of me."

  I tried to relax my throat, tried to take that last inch of him, but then suddenly he was tugging me off by my hair and dragging me up his body.

  "Hey! I wasn't done!"

  His breathing was sharp and ragged. "Yes, you were. The only place that's getting bathed in my cum tonight is your pretty pussy. Now come and sit on your throne." I tried to remove my panties, but he shook his head, his hungry gaze on mine. "No. Mrs. Price. Leave them on."

  His command echoed through the room as his powerful hands immediately moved to guide me. I could see the desire burning brightly in his eyes. As I rose to position myself above him, the sheer intensity of his gaze only heightened my need.

  "Atticus, it'll be easier⁠—"

  His fingers brushed against the delicate lace of my thong, the warmth radiating off his skin causing my heart to flutter. There was a certain undeniable edge to his voice as he demanded, "I said, leave them on."

  With his thumb, he shoved aside the lace then fisted the base of his cock as he deliberately rubbed himself against my wetness. "Oh God, Atticus."

  "You need to be wetter."

  Instead of sinking inside me, he adjusted my panties so that they trapped his cock against me as he sat up to kiss me. He fisted both hands in my hair and drugged me with a kiss so good I thought I might melt into a puddle.

  "Atticus," I moaned into his mouth, gripped with impatience. I was so ready for him, but he seemed to know just how to draw out the sweet torture of anticipation.

  His lips left mine to trail hot kisses down my throat, igniting a trail of fire over my sensitive skin. He bit down lightly on my collarbone, eliciting a needy whimper from me.

  His hands roamed from my hips to my breasts while our bodies were flush against each other, grinding. His firm chest was against my sensitive nipples, and every breath he took brushed them teasingly, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

  “Open up,” Atticus rasped, his hand falling lower.

  I complied willingly, parting my legs wider for him. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingers brushed past the delicate fabric of my thong and found my clit again. He rubbed slow circles teasing the me in rhythm with the rocking of his hips against mine.

  With every movement, I could feel him slide slickly against me, causing shivers to run through me.

  "I need you," was all I could say.

  His hands moved down to my hips, and he started to grind harder against me. The sensation of his hard cock rubbing against my sensitive fold through my soaked underwear had me crying out his name.

  "Yes, Atticus," I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure.

  "That's it," he growled. "Fuck yourself on me."

  He guided me again, encouraging me use his cock to tantalize myself. I rolled my hips, grinding down on him as he teased my clit. The friction was mind-blowing, making me whimper and gasp for more.

  The wetter I grew, the more the tip of his cock slid through my folds to my rear entrance. With each brush of the ridge of his cock, I gasped, the sensation decadent and naughty and exciting. All of it adding to my desire, making my slide over his cock easy.

  "Atticus... more," I pleaded, my hips rising and falling in a rhythm that matched his. He shifted one hand and I could feel him pressing against my puckered hole, each movement causing me to clench around him.

  His eyes bored into mine, dark with lust. The sensation of his fingers, covered in my wetness and slowly circling my asshole, was maddening. He continued to apply pressure there, and despite the slight discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through me.

  "That's it," he praised huskily. "So fucking tight... You like this?"

  "Um-hmmm…" My words were nothing more than needy whimpers. And then he pushed a well-lubed finger up my ass just as his mouth closed over one of my nipples.

  He sucked hard on it, biting lightly and swirling his tongue around it, making me gasp and arch my back. His cock was still trapped against me through the thong, rubbing against my dripping folds, sending shivers throughout my body.

  "I love how greedy your little cunt is for me," he groaned out as he bit down on my nipple, causing me to gasp at the delicious sting.

  His other hand was still busy playing with my asshole, pushing another finger into it and stretching me out. The sensation was foreign but addictive as he began to thrust them in rhythm with the rocking of our bodies.

  My movements became frantic, my hips grinding against him as I begged for relief. "Please, Atticus... I need you inside me."

  He smiled wickedly at that, "Only because you asked so nicely, Ness."

  As he removed his fingers from my asshole, there was a sense of loss, but it was quickly replaced by anticipation. The lacy barrier of my thong was finally pushed aside, and I felt his hot, swollen cock nudge at my entrance. A choked gasp left my mouth as he began to sink inside me, stretching me deliciously.

  "Fuuuck. So good. You fit me so well, baby," he groaned as he filled me, his hands clenching on my hips as he fought for control.

  My lips found his again, desperate for the taste of him. Atticus welcomed it, his tongue brushing against mine in a heated dance that only added to the mounting tension between us.

  Leaning back, he guided my hands back down to his taut abdomen and let me take control. I began to move rhythmically astride him, grinding down against the throbbing length of his cock, clothed only by a thin barrier of soaked lace.

  The sensation consumed me. Each movement of my hips saw him sliding deliciously deeper, and every gasp and moan from Atticus made me even wetter.

  His hands roamed over me, one playing with my nipples while the other kept a firm grip on my hip, guiding me as I rode him.

  His gaze was wild yet focused, watching my every move as he murmured sweet obscenities to me. Each word sent a shiver running down my spine that pooled into a warmth radiating between my thighs.

  "You're so fucking sexy when you're like this," he said, his words a husky growl. "Riding me so good... so damn wet."

  He sat up abruptly, wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me impaled on him. His mouth descended on one of my nipples, sucking hard before biting down lightly. My scream was swallowed by the kiss he planted on my lips.

  His hands moved to my ass, gripping me and guiding me as I set our pace. His finger again explored the sensitive ring of muscle at my ass. He continued to circle it teasingly before pushing a slick finger inside me again.

  "Fuck, Gwen," he grunted against my skin. "You're so fucking tight. One day, I'm going to fuck you here. Would you like that?"

  I rode him harder as I felt the coil tighten even further. "Yes. Oh God, yes."

  "I wonder how hard you'll come for me this way. I wonder if it'll be so good I can make you beg for it."

  I bit my lip to suppress a moan, whimpering in anticipation of his promise. "Please, Atticus," I begged. His dirty talk and the feel of his finger sliding in and out of my ass, alongside his cock thrusting inside me, had me on the edge.

  He chuckled darkly. "That's it, baby, beg for it," he taunted, matching my movements with each deep thrust. The delicious sensation was making me delirious with pleasure as he continued to thrust into me.

  He growled approvingly, the sound vibrating through me as he tightened his grip on my ass. His finger slid deeper into me, making me gasp and squirm. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, matching the pulse of my own clit.

  His other hand moved from my breast to my clit, his fingers rubbing desperate circles around it while I bucked against him. His mouth continued to play with my nipples, alternately sucking and biting them as I rode him hard.

  "Just like that Gwen... Don't stop." His command was ragged, his breathing as labored as mine. His thrusts up into me were becoming erratic, a clear indication of his impending climax.

  My eyes locked with his, lost in the stormy sea of raw passion that clouded his gaze. The coil inside me was getting tighter and tighter until I felt it snap.

  "Atticus!" I screamed out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My entire body shuddered as he continued to thrust into my spasming pussy.

  "That's it, Ness."

  Pleasure washed over me in waves, my body still shuddering as I clenched around his cock. I cried out his name again, my voice breaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

  Even as I came down from the high, Atticus kept moving beneath me. His hand on my ass was a steady pressure, guiding me through the aftershocks. He thrust up and into me a few more times before grunting loudly against my skin.

  The sensations were overwhelming with his release. His cock pulsing inside me, a roar of his own mixing with my whimpers as he pushed deep one last time, releasing his hot seed inside me. His grip on my hip tightened as he rode out his orgasm with me still impaled on him.