Finding Nymphaea's Haven

Chapter Four: Fire Evolved Into Wildfires

POV

Nymphaea(Delilah)

He didn't live far from the cabin. Heading our way outside of town still. We kept the small talk to a minimum. Letting the music drown out the silence when we weren't talking.

We pulled up to a driveway that led to a two story home. I couldn't believe the view on the way there. There are so many gorgeous oak trees. Big and full of leaves. But my eyes weren't ready for the view I was about to see.

We finally got to the circle shaped parking lot that was in the front of the huge front lawn. This house was white with black trim. The garden landscape was magnificent.

I followed him up to the door. Walking inside the luxurious home. It was like a rich bachelor pad. On the right was an entrance to what looked like an office. The one on the left was an opened wall view of the spacious living room. There was a black leather sofa set in there. A white wooden coffee table in the center. It was a beautiful setup and something a mature adult would have in their house.

"I'm going to go grab us something to drink. Make yourself comfortable." He said to me. When I smiled and nodded, he pulled me towards him. Sending my body crashing into his gracefully. He leaned down, kissing my cheek for a second. I felt the goosebumps form all over my body. This was the most electrifying thing I've ever felt in my life.

He pulled away to look at me. Flashing me a devilish grin. "I'll be right back." He said before walking down the hallway. I watched him walk off before entering the living room.

I started to admire the paintings he had on the left wall. I could tell it was a collage of some sort. I recognized a few paintings that were popular places in states. They were incredible. The time and effort spent on these were of someone who has the hand of an artist.

I took a quick glimpse of the front wall before making my way to the right wall. Admiring the white brick fireplace with a huge picture canvas hanging above it. It was a photo of Atticus standing next to another man. Atticus was definitely younger in this photo. The man next to him was wearing a cap and gown. Atticus looked so proud of the younger man next to him. The way he's smiling at him, you know he was close to him. You can't help but notice a decent sized hand carved wooden box sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. Part of me wanted to see what was in it, but I'm not trying to invade privacy. It wouldn't look very good if he returned to find me in it either.

On the right wall were framed photos. A lot of them had Atticus in them. I knew they were his memories and accomplishments. I realize this man has traveled a lot. Seeing new places and having adventures. It was interesting to me. I took him as a behind a desk kind of person.

I heard Atticus enter the living room a minute later. I looked over at him. Watching him walk towards me. His eyes are watching me intently. I couldn't help but feel hot and bothered by it.

He handed me an empty glass when he got close enough to me. Pouring red wine into it and then in his. I took a drink and gave him a smile. He smiled back, but there was seduction in his smile. It was fierce in his eyes, too. Looking down slowly how my shirt was more revealing than I'm used to.

I looked back at the photos before he could see me blushing. Taking another sip of the wine before speaking." These photos are incredible. The things you've done are interesting."

I felt him move closer to my side. Close enough for his hot breath to hit behind my ear. "I guess you could say these are times I've done what I wanted and achieved what I wanted."

"It's good to have the support of people like you do them too." I said, gesturing to some of the photos that he was with in. You could tell they care for each other.

He took a step back and chuckled for a second. I turned to look at him. Shaking his head, looking over at the photo near the fireplace. "Sometimes the people we think support us usually end up just using you."

I studied him for a minute. Watching how his body was tense when he said that. I knew something was bothering him. He finally notices you looking at him. He gave you a smirk. Running his other hand through his hair.

"That's definitely not how I wanted this night to start." He mumbled loud enough for me to hear. He seemed embarrassed for his statement and actions.

I looked at him and gave him a small smile. "I don't mind. Sometimes, we just need someone to hear what we need to say."

He looked at me then. He is studying my face this time. I saw the edges of his mouth curve up a little then. "You definitely are full of surprises, Delilah."

He moved back towards me. He is reaching for my waist to pull me closer. I didn't object, letting my body move under his control. Before I knew it, I was pressed up against his tight chest. Once I was like that, he stuck his glass on the table along with mine. He placed his free hand on my nape. Pulling my face to his and sending his lips onto mine.

I could feel his tongue exploring in my mouth. Sending my body into a frenzy fit. Craving for more. I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck. Keeping him close if not closer. I felt his hand move from nape to grab a fistful of my hair. Gently pulling it back to make my head bend upward.

He then let go of my lips, kissing all over my neck. Holding my head in place to where he wants it. I didn't dare move nor wanted to. He started to nibble on my skin. Making me shiver to my core. Only he didn't stop there.

His lips made their way down lower. Reaching to the exposed skin on my chest. I felt his hand move from my waist to my stomach. His fingers traced the exposed scars. For once, it didn't bother me. Feeling how warm and soft his fingers were touching them. Like he was admiring them.

He stopped what he was doing to look at me. He had a concern look on his face for a moment. "I need to know if I need to stop. I will if you want me to. But before you decide, just know I can give you what you've been looking for."

I stared at him for a minute before answering. Watching how firm his jawline was when he needed to be serious. "What exactly have I been looking for?" Wondering what kind of slutty comment he was about to make. Of course though, this man only surprised me again with his answer.

"Connection." He didn't break eye contact with me. Waiting for me to do or say something with that. Only to have me think deeply about it. Hitting a part of my soul that hasn't been hit in a while. I gave him an inviting smile then. "Then connect with me."

Immediately after I said that, he pulled me back into a kiss. Turning more passionate each second. The chemistry and fire burning between us only growing stronger. I felt his hands grab the sides of my shirt. Breaking away to pull it over my head. Exposing my white bra with black lace trim on it. He bit his lower lip when he took a good look at me. I could feel my heart race while he was doing this.

Without warning, he used his arm to sweep me off the floor and the other arm bracing my upper body. Making me squeal and giggle while doing it. Holding me close to his chest. Finding my lips with his again as he walked out of the living room. He made his way up the stairs. Going down the hallway until he paused to open a door.

Once we entered the room he sat me down on the bed. I took a look around the room. The walls were black and had decor on them. There was a dresser on one side of the wall and a similar one on the other side. The bed had Egyptian cotton sheets that were a dark navy blue color and the comforter was the same color. He had his television hung up on the wall across from the bed. But that's not what I was paying attention to then.

Atticus took his shirt off then. Letting me capture how marvelous his body looked without the shirt. My imagination did not do justice for what I was seeing. His muscles toned and firm. I noticed his right arm sleeve tattoo. It was a full arm tribal totem. It went with the tribal tattoo he had around his left wrist. I've always had a thing for men with tattoos.

He gave me a devilish smirk when he looked at me. "Do you like what you see so far?"

"You have no idea." I chuckled at him. Leaning back on the bed to appreciate the view I had. He barked out a laugh then.

"Well, you haven't seen everything yet." And with that, he started taking his pants off. Standing straight up once he had nothing left on. I felt my breath hitch when I got a full look of him.

His body was making me wet in my core. His was member long and hard. Making my mouth water from wanting to taste it. The excitement I was feeling was making the urge of wanting him more unbearable than I imagined. He stood with so much pride and determination on showing what he had to offer.

"Speechless are we?" He said teasingly to me. I knew he saw I liked what I was seeing. I nodded my head and bit my lower lip. When I did that I triggered something for him to move with above me. Making a deep growl come from his chest. Having me thinking he was some kind of animal. Before I knew it his teeth got a hold of my lower lip. Making me gasp as his teeth pull away slowly but enough to dominate.

"Only I can bite that gorgeous lip for now on." He said low and seductive. I nodded my head at his demand. "Then do it some more." I managed to whisper. Making him laugh for a moment. "Not until I make you beg."

Before I knew it, he made his way down to strip my jeans off in one swift. Revealing the underwear that matched my bra. His hands touching all over my thighs. After a moment passed I felt him move between my legs. Pulling my underwear to the side with one hand while the other was rubbing on my c**t. Sending shock waves all through my body. Before I could brace myself he started sucking on it then.

I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my mouth then. Only making me moan even more and louder each time. Sending me close to the edge. He knew it was cause he then stuck his fingers inside of me. Pumping me hard and slow at first. Gradually speeding up with each pump. Making my legs begin to shake.

"I want to hear you beg for me, Delilah." He said while pumping me still. His mouth still close to my c**t. Looking up at me. Watching my face while he kept going. Not stopping for nothing. As much as he wanted me to give him full control, I wasn't going to make it that easy for him.

"I don't beg." I finally was able to say as I felt my stomach tightening up. Getting close to releasing an orgasam. He let out a maniacal laugh. Instead of saying anything back, he went back to my c**t. Only to bite down on it. Making me shriek of pleasure. Gripping the sheets on the bed tightly. I was so close to coming undone from this. Moaning louder from the climax my body was in.

"I want to hear you." He said while still holding onto my c**t with his teeth. Making it tingle the way he held it captive in his mouth while speaking. "Beg for me." He demanded this time. His voice more firm than before.

After letting out a moan I gasped for air. Finally feeling the strength to talk. "I don't beg Atti." I said once I had the strength to switch roles on him. Closing my legs just enough to push him out of between them. Using my lower strength to roll myself on top of him. Pinning him to the bed this time.

He furrowed his eyebrows at me. I could tell he wasn't ready. "I wasn't finished with you." He grumbled at me. Running his hands along my sides.

I giggled at him. How attractive he was being sulking about wanting to keep pleasing me. I shook my head and gave him a devilish grin.

"But I want my turn with you now." I said before kissing him. Staying locked with his lips for a minute. I started to kiss along his neck. I am working my way to his chest, reaching his abdomen. I watched how his body was reacting to my touch. Flinching from wanting to take over. But he was also enjoying giving me control again.

I finally made my way to his member. I've been waiting and yearning to be this close. I licked the tip of his shaft. Enjoying the taste of him. How he had precum on it from what he was doing to me. I finally had it in my mouth. Enjoying how thick he was in my mouth. It's making me gag a little already, and I'm relishing in it.

I kept moving my mouth up and down on his hard shaft. Going slow at first. I felt his hands start grabbing a fistful of my hair. Holding onto me while I kept moving. I heard him let out a groan. I felt his member grow more in my mouth. I took my chance to pick up the pace. Letting the tip of him hit the back of my throat. Making my eyes water. I felt drool coming out of the sides of my mouth.

When I looked up at him, my eyes locked with his immediately. He didn't let go of my hair either. Only gripping it a little tighter. Starting to push my head down when I went down on him. I noticed then that he wanted to have a little bit of dominance. So I let him move my head in the motion he wanted. Gripping on his thighs while he shoved my head down harder and faster now.

"f**k," He groans out while still looking at me. I could tell he wanted to beg for more but wasn't going to like I did him.

Before I knew it, he pulled me up to his face. His hands still tangled into my hair. Pressing his lips to mine once I got close enough to his face. Tasting the insides of my mouth again. He then rolled over to lay me back on the bed. Shifting me up some before he positioned himself between my legs.

I rested my hands on his shoulders. Bracing myself for him to enter. He slowly stuck it in all at once. Sending me to gasp then moan. He was definitely stretching me out and I loved every second of it.

He started to move slow. Letting his shaft stretch me enough to be more comfortable with him going faster. As he started going faster, he grabbed both my hands. Pinning them above my head while his other hand held waist firmly. Before I knew it, he started pump in me deeper. Sending me over the edge. Screaming with pleasure until his mouth was on top of mine to shut me up. I obliged and kept kissing him. Moaning into his mouth.

"Go ahead, let it out." He whispered while watching my face. Going has hard and deep as he could after saying that. I didn't look away from him while I released my orgasam. Feeling my body shake violently under him.

Right in the middle of it, he leaned up and flipped me over onto my knees. Making me gasp with excitement. I've never had a man toss me around like this. With such grace and delicious force.

As he positioned himself behind me, he stuck his c**k back in me and hard this time. Sending a pleasurable groan to come out of me. He started going hard. Gripping my sides so I couldn't go anywhere. I wasn't sure how much longer I could last.

Right when I was about to be in a hazy cloud, Atticus reached around the front of me. Leaning me up to his chest. He never pulled out while doing this. I felt one hand wrap around my throat lightly and his other hand started rubbing my c**t. Pumping me enough to feel it in my stomach now. Squeezing my throat a little. I heard him let out a chuckle when he heard my moans grow louder. He wanted this effect on me. It was getting him off to see me like this.

"Come me with Delilah." He whispered in my ear and then sucked on my earlobe. Then kissing my neck a little. "I'm begging you, Delilah."

Once I heard him say that, I wrapped one arm around the back of his neck. My other hand grabbed his waist. Making me grip him as close as possible to me. We stayed like that until we both finished a few minutes later.

Our breathing slowing down. I felt his heartbeat on my back while we stayed there. Waiting for our bodies to gain composure again. I felt him rub on my breasts and stomach softly. Making me feel drowsy now. He kissed on my neck while he pulled out of me. Standing behind me still holding me there. I didn't want to move I felt comfortable there in his arms. I knew he sensed it too.

He started to move me more into the bed. Pulling me down to lay next to him. He turned me to lay on my stomach beside him then. His hands rubbing on my back. Moving down to rub on my butt as well. Switching it up after a minute or two.

I sighed blissfully while laying there. Feeling the sleep fall around me. I knew I couldn't stay long though. I need to get back home to the twins.

"You know I could get used to something like this." He said while rubbing my body still.

I chuckled with my eyes closed still. "Oh? What exactly? Having a naked lady in your bed?" I said teasing him. I'm sure he's had plenty of women in his bed before. I'm sure I'm not the last either.

"No," he said then paused for a second before continuing. "Just you."

My eyes popped open to see him looking at me. He was gazing at me the whole time. I wasn't sure what to say. I barely just met him. But I did just crawl into his bed and had s*x with him. Starting to wonder if this was going to be an awful mistake.

He started to laugh. Making me come back out of my thoughts. Looking at him while he was laughing.

"I see you're thinking. You've trapped yourself in your thoughts." He said while watching his hand move along my side now. Tracing the tattoo I had there. It was the moon phases with a lotus flower on each end of the moons. I had at least four more on my body about to be five.

What he said caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting him to say something like this. Most men would just shrug it off or just be plain cruel about it. But clearly not him. Instead he was right on the money.

"It's an old habit. I can't help it, it's the only way I know how to make it." I said softly just enough for him to hear me though. Feeling completely vulnerable to him. Like I could tell him anything and everything. Even the things he can't know at all. This man has intoxicated me and this could be dangerous. But I was willing to take that risk.

He looks at me then. Studying the sadness building on my face. I couldn't help it. This was kind of a touchy subject for me. But I found the will to give him a smirk out of it. I felt his palm press against my cheek lightly. His thumb stroking it softly.

It was soothing for me. I felt completely surrounded by him. In more ways than just my senses were experiencing. It was like down to my core. Sending it a warm comfortable feeling to it. I realized then I had been crying when I saw his thumb remove a tear from my cheek.

I tried to pull away but he wouldn't let me. I shook my head at him. Closing my eyes so I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to be seen like this. Especially not around him.

"It's not okay for you to see me like this, Atticus." I managed to whisper while fighting my tears back. I don't usually do this but this man keeps taking me by surprise and making it hard for me. Strangers just don't usually want you to open up about your problems to them. But it was like he wanted me to open up for him.

He started shushing me. Pulling my body closer to his. Letting my face nuzzle into his chest. While he held onto me, he used his other hand to run through my hair. The warmth from his body surrounded me quickly. Calming me down and making me relax more into his embrace. I felt my eyes get heavier with sleep. Before I dozed off, I felt Atticus's chin rest softly on my forehead. He let out a sigh. Letting me know he was comfortable like this. Being intertwined with me. I'm pretty sure he whispered something too. But I wasn't sure because I could barely hear it and I was already letting the sleepy feeling take over.

My eyes started to flutter open. It was still dark outside when I was starting to come out of my sleep. I felt Atticus holding me from behind. His hand resting on my stomach while the other was underneath my head. It was warm and cozy being right here next to him. But when I looked at his clock to say it was five in the morning, I knew I needed to get home. The twins would be up soon.

Once I found a Lyft driver that was ten minutes away, I got out of the bed quietly. Not wanting to wake him. But when I tried to move my head, I felt his grip on my stomach pull me closer to him.

"Were you trying to leave already?" He whispered to me. I could tell he was still in a sleep rem. Trying to come to so he could focus on me being awake.

"I need to get home soon. You can call me when you wake up." I said softly to him. Turning myself around to face him. Looking at his sleeping face. His eyes were closed. Showing his full eyelashes. Making me wish mine were that full. They're long and beautiful like mine though. His lips were straight but relaxed. You could tell he doesn't want me to leave.

I smiled while admiring his face while he went back to sleep. I kissed his lips. Feeling him embrace his with mine immediately. I finally let go of his lips and pulled away. He didn't hold onto me this time. Just gave a pouting face while he slept but then went straight back to sleep.

I was dressed and ready when the Lyft got there. Taking me back to my house. Listening to what the driver had on. It was some kind of crime podcast. I actually didn't mind listening to that. Letting my thoughts be tuned out about a case that involved more than twenty deaths.

I thanked the driver when we finally pulled up to my house. He gave me a polite nod and grinned as I got out. I stood there on the porch for a minute. Preparing myself for the girls to be waiting for me to get back.

To my surprise, everyone was still asleep. Giving me the chance to get a shower and dressed in cleaner clothes. I took my time when I heard someone got up. I knew it was either Daisy or Nia.

I needed this time to myself. I need to collect my thoughts. I wanted to think of the way it felt when Atticus was touching all over my body. How it felt to be so vulnerable with him. The way he tastes still lingers on my tongue. Just thinking of it all made me feel more wet than I was, and my n*****s started to get hard.

But what he said before we met still has me wondering. Now, he starts playing a different role all of a sudden. Could it have been to make Aris mad? Was I a pawn? Or did this guy really have serious trust issues?

The real question was, do I want to stick around and find out?