Page 48 of Possessive Ink

“About what?”

“That I was sitting in bed with your brother when you weren’t here?” I say so quietly I can barely hear the words.

“No, I’m not mad. Why would I be?”

“Because…” I start, then trail off, because if it’s not obvious why he’s mad, then I’m not sure I want to give him examples.

“I am mad that you have this many clothes on, but I know you don’t feel comfortable being naked around Felix. Now that he’s gone, these pajamas need to go too.”

Starting at the bottom, he slowly unbuttons my shirt, pushing the two halves apart and exposing my bare breasts to him. To be honest, on the rare occasion that I’ve slept in the same bed as a man before, I’ve always kept my bra on. My breasts are really too big to be allowed to just be free, but sleeping in a bra is basically akin to torture, and for some reason, I never even considered leaving it on when I got changed for bed tonight.

“There they are,” Atticus coos, dipping his face and pressing soft kisses to first one nipple, then the other. “Slide this off,” he orders, tugging at my shirt until I lift my shoulders from the pillows and let him slip it off completely. “Now these,” he says, sitting and dragging my pants down my legs and off my feet.

Once he drops my pajama pants to the floor, his gaze turns heated as he looks down at my naked body like he’s ready to devour me. “I think I promised to worship you some more, didn’t I?”

“Uh-huh,” I say dumbly, nodding slowly.

“Who am I, Princess?” he asks.

“Sir,” I whisper, suddenly hoarse at the sound of the title on my tongue.

“Your Sir.”

“My Sir,” I echo.

“Part your legs. Let me see.”

Unable to resist and unwilling to try, I spread my legs, watching his eyes heat as he waits for me to put myself on display for him.

“I can’t wait to hear you come,” he announces before he buries his face in my sex and my mind goes blank.

His two fingers pushing inside of me as his hot tongue finds my clit sends a shockwave of sensation barreling through me. To be honest, it usually takes my body a while to warm up, but apparently, not with Atticus, because I can hear how wet I am as he laps and sucks on my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me, hurtling me toward bliss faster than I’ve ever experienced before.

Instead of embracing it, I find myself fighting the need to orgasm, not ready for this to be over so quickly. “No, god, Sir, no, it’s too quick. I’m not ready,” I pant, arching my back in a futile attempt to divert his attentive fingers and tongue from the spots that are setting my body on fire.

“Give me this first one fast and wet, Princess, then I’ll slow down and make you work for the next two. I’m going to keep making you come until you pass out from the pleasure, then I’ll fuck you until you wake up and beg me for more,” he growls against my clit, the tremor of his words feeling like a vibrator against my eager nerves.

The moment his tongue lands on my desperate clit again, the hot, wet sensation becomes too much, and my futile hold on control splinters as I come with a pained cry.

“So fucking beautiful, Princess,” he praises, his frantic movements slowing to a drugging pace. He keeps me teetering on the edge as he dips his fingers into my soaked channel before pulling them out and spreading my desire over my clit, then dragging a wet finger over my ass. Over and over he fills me, then teases my clit and my ass until I’m covered in my own arousal and squirming each time he teases me with more.

“Atticus.”

“Who am I?”

“Sir, please, please,” I beg after long minutes of teasing that feel like an hour.

“What do you need?”

“To come. Please, Sir, make me come.”

“No,” he says simply.

“Please, please, please.”

“You told me to slow down, so I’m giving you what you asked for, Princess. You only get to demand things once, and now I’m in charge, not you.”

“Oh god,” I whine as he continues his slow ministrations until I’m so turned on, my body starts to make wet sounds, and every time he spreads my arousal over me, I feel it seeping between my ass cheeks.