Chapter 23 Fire And Ice
\[Tabitha’s POV\]
A gentle, feather-soft brushing against my cheek rouses me from my blissful darkness, drawing me back to reality, where I find someone touching me. For a moment, I try to determine exactly what is going on until images of what I did right before passing out hit me.
Feeling a wave of shock run through me, I prepare to jump up and make a run for it until I hear the one beside me take in a shaky breath.
“You hit home earlier,” he murmurs, causing me to freeze entirely and keep my eyes closed. “Maybe I should have told you that you weren’t alone in your pain; then you wouldn’t have looked at me with those sad eyes.”
Feeling my heart squeeze, I find myself wondering exactly what Atticus is holding close to his heart, to the point where he only dared speak it when he thought no one was listening.
“But is our pain truly the same?” He chuckles miserably. “You were hurt by a lover,” he continues, brushing some hair behind my ear. “But mine was my own family.”
Biting back the gasp that wants to escape me, I wait as Atticus continues to gently run his fingers along my skin while he either collects his thoughts or decides he is finished speaking.
“We shouldn’t have met,” he continues, seeming to have dropped the previous subject. “Because you’re a distraction from my main purpose.”
His main purpose... I couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with the betrayal he was just speaking of.
“Anyway,” he sighs as his fingers are removed. “Sleep well, and know that I always return favors with satisfaction.”
Eyes snapping open, I turn my gaze to Atticus’ amused one. Shit, he knew I was awake this whole time. It looked like the jig was up.
“Do you really think you were fooling me?” He chuckles, trapping me between his arms. “You’re terrible at pretending.”
Blushing, I stare up into his ice-blue eyes, finding that the pain I heard in his voice was reflected there despite his attempts to act like he was okay.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I find myself asking.
Eyes widening, he takes me in as if I’m a foreign thing before his arrogant demeanor returns.
“What makes you think that I want to spill my guts about my sad past to you?” He says, leaning in closer. “I can think of much better things to do now that you’re beneath me than talk about shit that is unpleasant.”
For a moment, I don’t speak as I take him in, wondering if I should push it before I myself feel like what I’ve said is ridiculous given the fact we didn’t really know each other to begin with.
“Do you remember your actions before you passed out like a lightweight?” He continues, causing my heart to speed up. “If not, would you like me to tell you?”
“I…” I begin, considering beating the shit out of him and making a run for it before I remember that I left my keys at work. "I made a fool of myself, huh?”
To make a move on a random man like that is so not cute. But I was finding that when he was this close to me, I couldn’t really help myself. Just like the vampire twins, he felt like a flame, and I was a moth being drawn to him.
“Not at all,” Atticus counters, smirking. “If anything, you made me even more curious about what you can do.”
Eyes widening, I don’t move as he presses his lips against mine. Instantly, any embarrassment I felt disappeared, and my arms moved on their own accord, wrapping around his neck so that I could pull him closer.
Call it sexual attraction or a loss of sanity due to how fucking badly Anthony crushed me, but before I even realized it, I was pulling at Atticus’ shirt until I was able to pull it over his head and throw it aside so that I could take in his sculpted chest, which was covered in strange blue markings.
“Enjoying the view?” He asks, drawing my gaze back up to his. “I can show you an even better one.”
Nodding, I watch as he sits up and begins to pull down the sweatpants that he is wearing so that his erect dick comes into view. Licking my lips, I find myself recalling the taste of his cum and realize that I wouldn’t mind tasting it again, but when he moves to pull my shirt up over my eyes so that I’m blinded, I know he has other plans.
“You got your fun earlier; now it is my turn.”
“Okay,” I rasp, shivering in expectation as I leave my shirt in place.
What had gotten into me recently, giving in to all these men? Was I really always a slut like this, or was there just something special about supernaturals that made us humans want them? I didn’t know, but when Atticus’ hands slide my bra up, exposing my breasts and erect nipples, I can’t find it in me to care.
“Beautiful,” he husks, wrapping his lips around one of my nipples while his other hand slips down my stomach and into my pants.
Gasping, I arch my back as his fingers slide between my folds so they can begin to work my clit. Fuck, the mixture of my heat and his cold made everything I was feeling even more intense until I found myself crashing into orgasm.
“Damn, baby,” Atticus chuckles, pulling his hand out of my pants. “You’re so sensitive.”
"Maybe." I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “Or maybe you’re just really skilled with your fingers.”
“I’m more skilled with something else,” he counters, grabbing my pants and pulling them off of me. “Mmm, do you always wear such tiny underwear, or were you expecting something?”
“No,” I snap while he hooks his fingers in my thong and pulls it off of me, then positions himself between my thighs so he can slowly begin to enter me.
“Fuck,” I hiss as pain rips through me due to the sheer size of him. “I don’t think you’ll fit.”
“I will,” he counters, leaning down and kissing me. “I’ve already come this far. I’m not going to stop. You’re going to take all of me, even if it means I have to rip you.”
Biting back on my response, I simply nod and wait as he continues to enter me, stretching me almost to the brim until finally he is all in.
“See,” he chuckles, remaining in place. “It’s like your pussy was made for me, but I’ll apologize now because I don’t intend on taking it easy on you. I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow. Consider it your punishment for passing out and making me relieve myself.”