He crashes his lips to mine and pulls me against him. “Fuck, Firefly. We’re going to have the best life, baby. I promise. I’ll take care of you and Noah, and we’ll fill those shelves with so many memories, we’ll have to build more into the wall. We can act out scenes from all of those books you like,” he vows with a wolfish grin. “Starting now.”
Kissing his way down my chest, he closes his lips around one of my nipples. His mouth is hot and wet on my skin, and I arch into histouch. Needing to feel him more, I grab his shoulders. Glancing at the ink that snakes around his neck, I freeze.
“Atlas. Wait.”
His head snaps up in concern. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“What is that?” I ask, pointing to his neck. There’s a tattoo on the side of it. In between the vines that climb up his shoulder and stop at his neck, there’s a splash of color.
“Oh, that.” He smiles at me. “That’s you, baby. That’s my Firefly, always with me.”
Leaning up to get a better look, I trail my fingers over the wings that spread out and the yellow hues that glow from the base of the firefly. There’s a smaller one above it, facing toward the larger one.
“No matter where you are, or who you’re with, you arealwayswith me.” He slides my hand down his chest, stopping over his heart where my name is written in blue script. “It’s not the exact shade of your eyes, but pretty damn close.” He smiles. “Lux in tenebris mea.”
He pulls my lips to his, and I’m done talking. My heart is so full of love for this beautiful man. I’m in the middle of saying a prayer of thanks for him when he reaches between my thighs. I know I’m soaked, and it’s all because of him. It’s been so long since I’ve had his touch, and at one point, I never thought I would again.
“I need to feel you, Cora. It’s been too long, baby.” He nips my inner thigh. “I’m not going to fuck you with my cock, but I will fuck you with my tongue,” he promises, gaining a whimper from me.
“I’ve missed this pretty pussy,” he groans as he peels my panties down. “Fuck me, Cora. You’re drenched, baby.” He runs his hand through my pussy. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he sucks my juices off and grins.
“So fucking good. God, I missed your taste.”
“Atlas,” I breathe out. “I need you.” My pussy tightens around his finger when he pushes one in.
“Shh,” he croons. “I’ll make you feel good. Just lie back and relax. Be a good littlewifefor me.”
A shudder wracks through my body, and a moan escapes me as his wet tongue swipes through my folds.
“Does mywifelike that?” He inserts another finger and curls them inside me.
“Atlas, please.”
“My girl is still so greedy. Don’t you worry, baby. I always take care of what’s mine.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and it almost sends me over the edge.
I glance down at him between my thighs and catch his eyes on me. They’re two dark pools of lust, focused on my face. I’ve never felt so adored. Pushing my pussy shamelessly into his face, he smirks and doubles down on his effort, adding a third finger, never letting up on my clit. He pulls his fingers out and spears his tongue inside of me, swiping to taste anywhere he can reach.
“I’m so close. Atlas, I’m so close.” I thread my fingers through his soft hair. “Please,” I beg.
Pulling back, he swipes his thumb in circles over my clit, as he pushes his fingers back into me. “What my little wifey wants, my little wifey gets.”
He bends down and tugs on my clit, sending me over the edge. I cry out my release, while he licks, sucks, and strokes me through it. I feel warm all over, and my legs shake from the strength of my orgasm. Coming down from my high, Atlas slowly removes his fingers and kisses my mound.
“Be right back, baby. Gotta clean up real quick.” He smiles, padding into the bathroom while I lay in a blissed-out puddle on the bed. Atlas comes out naked a few minutes later and grabs a different pair of boxers from the dresser.
“What are you?—”
“Oh, I came like a fucking teenager in my boxers.” He laughs. “The idea of tongue-fucking my future wife to orgasm sent me over the edge right after you.”
Covering my face with my hands, I laugh at his description of events.
“Don’t worry, Firefly.” He pulls my hands away. “We’ll celebrate properly when you’re healed. I can’t wait to fuck my fiancée and have you fall apart on your soon-to-be husband’s cock.”
Shaking my head, I snuggle closer to him as he climbs into our bed. Lying on his side, he snakes his arm around my waist and slides the other under my neck, cradling me to him, careful of my cast.
“You have no idea how much I love you, Cora. I’ll be so good to you and Noah,” he promises, kissing my head.
Pulling my hand up between us, I look down at the ring he slid onto my finger. It’s so beautiful and perfect.
