Page 74 of His Atonement
"Are you fucking deaf? How many times do I have to say it? I. Don't. Fucking. Care!" She struggles against me, and tries to get free. "Let me go!"
“No." I hold her tighter, repositioning so I'm holding her wrists in one hand while the other snakes around her body to her waist so that I can bring her closer. "I will not let go until I convince you my feelings for you are true."
"Good luck with that,” Frankie pants, those woodland eyes now hooded, pupils wide with lust.
So, I prove it to her.
I let go of her wrists, slide my hand into her hair and tug her head back, expose her neck where her pulse thrums erratically against her sun kissed skin.
I run my nose along the column of her throat, and breathe in her scent that has me hard as fucking steel. "By the time I'm done with you, my darling girl, there will be no doubt in your mind about how deeply I care for you.” I nip her jaw as I meet her eyes. "You will never question it again, never doubt my love, and once I have made you mine, you will be screaming the truth for all to hear, then beg me for more."
My mouth slams down on hers in a flash, that electricity exploding into a million tiny bombs as my lips move hungrily against hers.
Frankie moans low in her throat, and clutches my shirt in her hands and meets my ferocity with her own. But to my great displeasure, she breaks the kiss and shoves me, my blind lust allowing her to put space between us.
"Stop saying things like that to me!" She pants. "I'm not supposed to like you, not supposed to… to have feelings for you, damnit!" Then, in total contradiction to her words, she comes at me, grips the sides of my neck hard and takes possession of my mouth entirely.
Frankie kisses me like she is starving and I am her last meal, like I am the only one that can sate the extreme hunger she feels, and goddamnit, I kiss her right back.
Her fingers dig into my flesh, rake along my neck, the back of my head and once they tangle in my hair and pull fucking hard, I groan.
"I'm not supposed to like you,” Frankie breathes against my lips right before she bites the bottom one. "I'm supposed to hate you, want nothing to do with you.” She licks away the slight sting. "And I'm definitely not supposed to fall in love with you."
Something inside my chest snaps at her words and all bets are off. My darling girl, my Frankie,my mate,said the only words that would have prevented me from continuing to force her to reject me, and now that she has admitted to being in love with me there is no going back, not for either of us.
My hands fly to her perfect peach shaped ass, fingers digging into those fleshy globes before I lift her against me and turn, then slam her back into the wall.
Frankie's ankles lock across the small of my back and she pulls my hair harder—something that I had no idea I'd like as much as I do right now—then deepens our kiss and turns it into a frenzy of lips and teeth and tongue.
“Fuck," she moans as I grind my painfully hard cock against her pussy, that decadent paradise separated from me by only her flimsy kimono and my shorts. "Fuck, Zan."
With one hand still firm on her ass, I lift the other to the tie around her waist, yank it free, and immediately push open the fabric only to be momentarily struck stupid by the sight of her beautiful dark pinkpiercednipples crying out to me from atop of her glorious—and rather large—breasts.
"Gods in The After, you are magnificent,” I growl as my lips close over the left one. ”Extraordinary.” My teeth tug the barbell. "Fucking perfect."
When I bite down on her soft flesh, Frankie bucks against me, arches her back, encourages me to take more and fuck me, I do. I lick and suck, bite and pull. I lavish her nipples with my undivided attention, my cock straining in my shorts, hips thrusting against hers to seek some relief.
"Oh my god,” Frankie hisses, her back bowing off the wall while she tugs my hair to the point of pain, which is the exact moment my control disappears and is replaced with the most primal of urges.
Claim her.
Mate her.
Make her mine.
Something my darling girl must feel as well because suddenly Frankie yanks my head away from her chest, crushes her mouth to mine and proceeds to pull my shirt from my body.
And holy fuck, when we are skin to skin? Gods, there is no way to describe it short of life changing.
"Zan..." Frankie gasps now that our bodies are touching. "Zan, please. Fuck me, make love to me. Please, I need you inside me."
My head spins, absolutely spins at hearing her beg, but before I can deny her so she does it again, Frankie somehow adjusts those sinfully long legs so I can feel every bit of her cunt against my mesh clad cock moments prior to pushing my shorts down with her bare feet.
“Frankie," I hiss the second they're around my ankles, the moment my dick is a mere fraction of an inch away from exactly where he needs to be. "My darling girl—"
Oh my fucking gods, and now she's touching it.
Frankie's hand is between us, slender fingers closed around my shaft, and when she pumps my cock not once, not twice, but three times, I fear I will come before I ever get inside her.
