Atticus breathed her in as he kissed down her stomach and raked his teeth across the soft skin of her thighs, desperate to finally touch the curves that taunted him every time they fought or wrestled. The birthmarks that so worried her barely caught his attention, though when he moved back to strip off the dainty white cotton panties she wore, he thought the birthmarks looked more like a leopard's rosettes than random marks.
His lion grumbled and started purring as he tossed away the cotton that hid her wet channel and her scent filled the air. He grabbed her knees and shifted her thighs apart so he could stare at her pink folds, neatly groomed but lush and welcoming. He groaned in anticipation as he lay between her legs, and Sophia jerked away as his fingers trailed low on her stomach.
Atticus pinned her hip down and frowned up the length of her body, momentarily distracted by the rise and fall of her ripe breasts. A generous handful each, and he considered testing the theory until she caught his wrist and tried to pull him closer. "Come on, Atticus."
"Oh, we'll come. On and on and on." He chuckled as a flush rose in her cheeks and turned all of her a rosy pink that heated her skin against his cheek. He rubbed his jaw against the skin above her slit and she squirmed, then froze as he kissed her mound. Atticus breathed on her as he kissed and nibbled her thighs. His hand slid under her hip and tilted her so he had better access and he licked the full length of her pussy. "You first."
A breathy moan answered him, and her fingers dug into his hair. Atticus tasted her, lapped up her juices, and sucked on the hardened nub at the top of her slit until her hips pushed up at his face. He backed off until she looked at him, her eyes glazed with passion, and her flushed expression drove him closer to the edge. It took all his restraint not to rear up and mount her, enter her roughly and fuck her into the headboard. But he forced himself to remain still as Sophia peered at him, and when he teased her center with the tip of his finger, she moaned his name.
Atticus loved everything about her. Loved the sounds she made, loved the way she tasted, loved how her thighs tightened against his head and she tried to draw him closer. He bit gently on her clit and pressed his finger deeper until her back arched and she cried out. The muscles in her stomach rippled and her channel contracted, dragging his finger deeper, and he added a second to work back and forth until she writhed and bucked and begged for more.
She collapsed boneless on the sheets, a fine sheen of sweat covering her body, and he growled in anticipation. He licked the moisture from her stomach and up her ribcage to her breasts. She shivered and panted, eyes closed though her fingers stroked the back of his neck. Atticus nuzzled her neck, inhaling her until she latched into his brain and cemented herself there with the lion and the man. He nipped her shoulder. "Ready for round three, baby?"
A smile ghosted across her face and she bit her lower lip. Her voice, husky from screaming, drifted out of her bruised mouth like an invitation. "I didn't hear the bell."
"Ding ding," he said, capturing her lips so he could plunder her mouth. She laughed into his kiss, and her arms linked around his neck.
Atticus managed to strip off his gym pants without disturbing her grip. He lay full-length against her and rubbed his skin against hers, wanting her sweat on him and his on her. Atticus gripped her butt and separated the generous globes as his knees nudged her thighs apart. Sophia caught her breath and her hazel eyes locked with his. "Atticus. Go slow."
"Still tormenting me, sadistic leopard," he said. But he would go as slow as she needed, as slow as she wanted. Anything for her. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance and he stroked it up and down her slit until she arched and opened for him.
He pressed into the giving, welcoming warmth and immediately groaned, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he paused. His heart thundered against his ribs as her breasts crushed against him. Atticus kissed her, hard, and drew back until only the blunt tip of his cock remained inside of her. Sophia started to move, tilting her hips up to meet him, and her nails dug in to his shoulders. "More, Atticus."
He loved the way she said his name, ending on a hiss that made his skin prickle.
And he pushed forward into the welcoming heat of her channel, her muscles gripping his cock until Atticus shoved through and she cried out. She felt so damn tight, so delicate under him and around him, he worried he hurt her. A good three inches still separated them. But her legs locked around his waist and tried to draw him deeper, so he moved her hips and drew back. Sophia raised her head. "More —"
He plunged forward, teeth bared, and she shrieked, her nails raking his back. He shuddered as his cock thumped home and his stomach rested against her and he almost came, almost exploded in her just from the feeling of her soft flesh gripping him like a velvet fist. He groaned and cursed, holding his chest above hers so he wouldn't crush her, and waited until she stopped moaning and tossing and writhing under him to start moving. She panted, palms against his sides, but moved to meet his thrusts when Atticus reared back.
Atticus kissed her, fucked her mouth with his tongue like he fucked her tight pussy, and Sophia moaned again, trying to keep up. He growled and bit her lip, slamming his hips to hers until the wet slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room. He wanted to mark her, to drive himself so deeply inside her that he would always be there. Sophia cried out, her muscles seizing up once more, and for a heartbeat he wondered if she were going into an uncontrolled shift and he would find himself fucking a leopard.
But it was another orgasm, her channel rippling around his cock as he kept driving into her mercilessly, thrusting through the spasms and her bucking hips. She wailed, her head tossing on the pillow until her hair tangled under where his hand pressed into the mattress at her shoulder.
Atticus gripped her thigh and spread her more, tilted her hips up until he forced himself deeper and deeper. His sweat dripped onto her chest, and he dipped his head to lick it off her breasts as they bounced under the force of his thrusts. Just as she moaned and tightened against him once more, the pressure built in his balls and he changed pace, his thrusts wild and uncontrolled as the lion roared. Almost. He was almost there.
He pulled back abruptly and grabbed her arm, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and lined himself back up, plunged into her without warning and Sophia screamed. She braced herself against the headboard as he bent her over, one arm hooked under her hips to hold her in place as he snarled and slammed his hips to hers. Dominated her, possessed her. He flicked her clit and she froze, tightening up until he fought to fuck through the orgasm, and he came. Exploded into her when he couldn't hold it back another second but kept thrusting as jet after jet of his climax flooded her channel. Atticus groaned, fighting to keep her where he wanted as he moved and rotated his hips, letting her muscles milk every last drop from him. He bit her shoulder, right near the neck, and wrapped both arms around her chest as he leaned over her. Wanted her to know she belonged to him, that he would shelter and protect her.
He collapsed forward onto the bed, Sophia limp and quiet under him. Atticus moved to his side but kept himself buried in her welcoming warmth, still half-hard. He could fuck her again easily. His fingers traced shapes around her stomach and drifted up to fondle her breasts, and his dick twitched as her body throbbed in response.
Sophia inhaled sharply and her hand caught his. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her expression still dreamy and lost in the afterglow. "Round four?"
Atticus smiled and kissed the bite mark on her shoulder, pleased with her response. Her skin raised in goosebumps under his lips, and his palm slid down her stomach until his fingers teased the raised pearl at the top of her slit once more.
Her head tossed back on his shoulder and she moaned, moving her hips to meet his hand, to press him deeper, guide him to a rougher touch and a pinching manipulation that pushed her over the edge almost immediately. His cock swelled inside her, grew and stretched her channel. Atticus put her back on her knees and stayed behind her, though he leaned back to admire the soft swell of her ass and the dark outline where his cock entered her.
He rubbed her hip and Sophia glanced back at him. "I didn't hear the bell."
Atticus smiled and spanked her with the flat of his hand, the sharp crack of his palm against her flesh making her jump. The red handprint pleased him — another mark. He did it again and she cursed, but her pussy clenched around him and he knew she enjoyed it. Knew it with perfect certainty as he did it again and she pushed back to impale herself still more on his cock. He leaned over her, covering her back with his chest and letting her feel his weight, and murmured, "Ding ding."
She moaned, arched her back to offer her ass to him, and tightened around him. Atticus gripped her waist and began to thrust slowly, determined to make this last until she went completely boneless and helpless in the bed. He had all afternoon. Maybe then her leopard would be tired enough to play fair. And he'd have marked her so thoroughly no one would ever think of taking her away.