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I knew what he wanted. “Mrs. Price.”
Thrust.
“Again.”
Mrs. Price…” I moaned, barely able to form the words as he hit that sweet spot in me again.
Thrust. Harder this time, with a promise attached to it.
“You’re mine.” His voice was hoarse, low in my ear. “Say it, Gwen.”
“Yes… Atticus,” I gasped out, my chest heaving with desire. “Yours.”
His grip on my hip tightened, pulling me back onto him as he drove deeper into me. A wave of pleasure washed over me with such intensity that it left me breathless.
“I love you.” He growled into my ear, but I could hear the tenderness hidden beneath the roughness of his tone.
The words were echoed by his body and movements. Hard yet gentle, insistent yet patient. His fingers found mine against the wall, and he intertwined them, a silent affirmation of what we were to each other.
“I’ll never let you go again. I vow it. You’re mine. I’m yours.”
“Yes, yours. Only yours, Atticus.”
“My wife.”
"Mrs., Atticus, Price," I gasped out, each syllable punctuated by his motions.
There was a pause, furthering my anticipation, and then his husky voice filled my ears. "That's it."
He rolled my clit under his fingers, sending shockwaves through me while his other hand gripped my hip to keep me grounded. With a swift thrust, he buried himself fully inside again, stretching me to the brink.
"Say it again," he demanded.
“Mrs.—” I panted, struggling to get the words out in a coherent manner as an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed over me. “Atticus… f-fucking… Price."
A ragged breath accompanied the final words as the damn broke and stars exploded behind my eyes. His movements became more erratic as he followed after me, lost in his own climax, roaring as his cock jerked inside me, filling me with his cum.
He pressed himself against me, whispering sweet praises against my ear. My body sagged. No way was I making it to the bed on my own.
"I've got you," he murmured, one arm sliding out from beneath me to support my weight. His other hand cradled the back of my head as he navigated us to the bed, his steps measured and careful.
Cocooned by the soft sheets and his warmth, I let myself drift, my body sated and my mind lulled by the sound of his steady heartbeat.
I tried to burrow in the sheets, but apparently sleep was not on the menu yet.
"Where do you think you're going, Mrs. Price?" His voice rumbled low and warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I was… thinking about… sleep." My words were barely a breath, each one punctuated by the slow, leisurely way his fingers traced paths along the skin of my back.
"Sleep can wait," he chuckled. His hand slipped lower, drawing a lazy circle around my entrance that was slick with the evidence of our lovemaking. I gasped at the sly intrusion of his finger exploring inside me again, recollecting our shared pleasure. "You taste so sweet," he whispered huskily. “I bet we taste so good together. I could get addicted to this taste.”
I could only moan in response as his fingers slowly retreated and then circled my entrance again. His other hand came up to cradle my breast, thumb teasing the already sensitive peak to attention.
He kissed down my neck, then my clavicle, only blowing a warm breath on my nipples before kissing down my body. When he reached the juncture of my thighs, he growled, “Fucking gorgeous.”
And then he proceeded to plant his mouth on my clit and suck.
"Atticus!" I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He didn't need any more encouragement. His tongue swirled around my clit before dipping lower, tasting everything there was to taste of me. Of us.
