Finding Nymphaea's Haven

Chapter Fourteen: Getting Affection and Passion

POV

Nymphaea(Delilah)

His words were still ringing in my ears. Too stunned to speak for a good few moments after he said them. I kept staring at him but not really looking at him. More in shock from it all. I wasn't sure if I could even see or speak anymore.

I knew what I said was something I definitely felt, but it wasn't meant to be said. I just blurted it out before I could stop it from happening. I honestly wasn't sure if I was even turned on or could get there. Especially after everything that has happened tonight. But thinking of those hot and lustful flashbacks of how good it felt made my head swirl.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Dehliah." Atticus says softly into the silent void. Trying to break the terrible silence and reassure my overthinking brain. I blink, rapidly snapping myself back to reality and hearing his words. I looked at him and gave him a smirk. As much as I love hearing him say my name, I wish it was my actual first name he was saying. But he may never get to know that.

"Just don't get cold feet about me yet." He says as he holds my hand and his other holding my chin. Giving me a small wink while doing so. I let out a soft giggle then. Feeling my nerves begin to be at ease.

His eyes watch my lips intently after my giggle. Feeling the heat rise in my body radiate through me. Just enough to make my palms sweaty and my core to boil from his touch. I knew what he wanted with the way he watched my lips. I also knew he wasn't going to make the first move. He's leaving that decision up to me.

He looks back at me after a good few seconds from staring down my lips. His eyes were trying to determine what I was thinking at this moment. He still held me the same way as he waited for me to say or do something. The patience and resilience that his composure held this whole time made me feel accepted.

I couldn't help but feel in control of the situation before us. It felt dominating in a weird way that I've never felt before. Making me feel a bit confused and conflicted about how to make my next move. I always wondered what this would feel like. To be in control of what I want a man to do to me. More specifically, what I want to do to a man.

"Can I be honest about something with you?" I ask him a little hesitantly. Feeling the nerves begin to make their way back. I swallowed softly, thinking that would ease the sensation of wanting to hurl from this burst of courage I got. He looks at me for a second before nodding his head. Showing his attention was on hearing me and nothing else, even his own voice.

"I'm not usually like this. I don't do this kind of thing, and this is all new to me." I say softly to him, feeling like what I said was ridiculous. Even as it came out of my mouth, it sounded pitiful to me. No man wants to hear a sob story. That just turns them off and get pissed for wasting time with you.

Some of the phrases I hear my demons taunt to me in my head. Their judgment was the only noise I could hear. I couldn't even hear my own breathing, but I felt it begin to get ragged. Oh great, I bet I'm about to have another panic attack. I thought to myself over the insults. I drowned in my own thoughts while my body was reacting from past trauma. I hate myself for feeling this. For feeling like a malfunctioning human being. Why couldn't I be normal like most women. I mean, I was before. Why can't I find that part of me again?

What pulls me out of my own thoughts and back to reality didn't have me prepared for it. I feel his lips on me somewhere I wouldn't have expected him to go for the first attempt. My nose, the top of my nose, he's working his way to my forehead. Leaving me speechless and frozen in place.

"I hope I can always make you feel like you can open up to me." He says as his lips were resting on my forehead. His statement made me feel at ease. The voices fell silent instantly. I tilt my eyes to look up at him. Gazing at his strong jawline and the stable scruff he had on his face. I noticed how relaxed his muscles were in his jaw. As if he didn't have anything to be worried about.

I couldn't help but run my fingers through the stuble. I need to feel the texture of it on my skin again. Getting the full effect of the feel besides him kissing me. How soft and full it felt compared to the rough look to it makes me hot to my core. The itch returning and burn ablaze. I notice then his jaw slightly tensing up. Not from anger or this upsetting him.

He pulls away from my forehead to look at me. While my fingers are still intertwined in his facial hair. I just can't seem to pull them out. Being held in a trance that I've been wanting for some time. The look on his face was half the reason why I kept them there too.

He looked like a cross between lustful and hunger. There was this intoxicating swirl that his eyes have to them as well. I just want to drown from drinking them up. This trance I'm in is the strongest I've ever felt before. Something about his aura made him even more captivating. How beautiful the radiant green color was in his aura. I felt completely amazed at staring at him.

"You have to make the next move for anything, little bird." His voice is low and fierce sounding. Like he was holding back the urge to ravage me right there and now. I couldn't help but get wet to how he sounds. So monstrous with how much he wanted me. It wasn't in a scary bad way either. The way I've always wondered what it would make me do. Now I exactly know.

I honestly don't know what came over me when I did what I did. I just know I was answering his urge without even thinking twice. I stayed straddled on top of him while I took one of my hands out of his hair. Wrapping it around his strong neck. Making my hand and fingers look incredibly small trying to wrap fully around his throat. I had positioned my hand in a perfect position though where it had some effect still.

His eyes grew wide and wild then. I knew he was anticipating my move but clearly not expecting it to be this. I notice his hands gripping the chairs arms as I did this. It was working to my favor and knew I didn't want to stop. I stare intently at him then while holding his neck. I positioned my weight to go down more on him. Feeling his bulge dangerously close to entering if his pants weren't in the way.

"I want you to take me and f**k me how you want. Now." I said breathlessly to him. Feeling the heat set my body on fire. Making it hard to control myself any longer. They were the magic words to get a reaction.

Atticus immediately let's go of the chair and swoops me up as he pounces out of the chair. Making a small squeal escape my lips. I can't lie him doing that made me wet even more. Him kissing on me instantly sending a waterfall in my panties. God his touch is just intoxicating and comforting. I never knew I needed something like this.

I open my eyes to realize we were already in the house. He was walking us through the the hallway upstairs up to his room. It felt normal for us to both be in here. I felt out of place when I woke up in here alone. Now he's in here with me and I don't feel anxious or a bit worried.

He stands at the end of his bed when he got close enough to it. Concentrating on kissing on my neck. Working his way on my earlobe sucking it and then biting it. Sending pulsating shocks through me. My knees grew weak and daring to tremble. I ignore the feeling and focus on how he was sucking on my neck then.

It wasn't hard but it was enough force to send electrifying sparks through me with the way he touched on me. Especially the kisses that lingers on my body. Him letting me plop on the bed like a pile of clean laundry you just got out of the dryer. I felt the adrenaline pumping through me sending loud boom sounds to my ears from my own heartbeat. This is everything I always wanted to experience but always scared to since I've only been with a few men in my life. But it's as if Atticus knew what my body wanted from him before I even knew it. Making me want to go further with what he wanted to do to me.

He stood at the edge undressing as he kept his stare on me. His stare made me want to squirm with anticipation and fear of being all too much. I felt the spiral want to take control again. But I didn't dare move or let it overpower me this time.

He had his shorts off by then. Making my breathing hitch by the glorious sight before me. His boxers could barely hide the outline of his errection. I felt between my legs begin to throb. I wanted this more than I anticipated and I didn't want to wait any longer.

I stood up on my knees inching closer to him. Becoming chest to chest with him. Even being on the bed and standing on my knees I was still not at eye level with him. I look up at him realizing he was still inches hovering me. I even saw the hunger grow fiercely in his eyes. It became intimidating making me break eye contact and look at the tattoos on his body. I began to trace the ones on his left arm.

I was mesmerized by all the ink he had on his body. I didn't have many tattoos like he did but I always wanted to get more just never made it a priority. The one tattoo that caught my attention immediately was the mermaid sitting on a rock looking at the moon he had on his right arm. I couldn't help but notice how close it looked to the drawing I was creating for my next tattoo piece. The difference was his mermaid was a silhouette of her back while her hair blew to the side and you couldn't see her whole body.

"He loved mermaids." Atticus whispers faintly, filling the silent void. I look up at him then. He's even staring at the tattoo as well. I can see the confliction of pain and anger lingering in his eyes. I knew he was talking about his brother. It's never easy losing a sibling they're the only person that really knows you. Sometimes the only one you can count on. I remember Zyverden being that person for me. It hurt so much to hear his sudden death from a letter of all ways to find out. Never getting to say goodbye to fix the wrongs between you two. I knew where Atticus thoughts were heading at this moment.

I placed my hands on his cheeks breaking his concentration on the tattoo. Claiming his attention on me with no complications or hesitations. His eyes became soft in a matter of seconds. His thoughts were clearing and focusing on me then.

"It's never easy living with the grief of a loved one. It never goes away either. But it is bearable when you have the right support to lean on when that grief gets too heavy to keep yourself burdened with." I whisper to him, giving him a small smile once I was done speaking.

His eyes grew wide at that moment. I don't think anyone has ever told this man he can be vulnerable around somebody before. It made me feel sorry for him. Making me wish I could take that stereotype away from his thoughts. I'm so glad I could teach Myles a different approach than how my brothers were taught. It made me wonder how complex is this man really?

He shook his head lightly looking down then. He wouldn't look back at me. No matter how hard I tried to get his attention back on me. This was definitely a heavy burden he carries and never had anyone to talk to about it clearly.

I let out a small defeated sigh at this point. I knew his wall was up on this and no matter how hard I tried to break it, it wasn't coming down anytime tonight. Maybe not anytime soon this was something he would have to be willing to be open about.

"I'm not trying to upset you Atticus. We don't have to talk if you don't want to. I'm okay with sitting here with you." I said to him softly. Almost in a tone I speak to Myles to when he's upset and just can't be open about his feelings. He still didn't look at me. Just looking down. That's when it dawned on me where his eyesight was looking.

He reached out at me then. His fingers touching the scar that was on the side of my neck near my left ear. It sent chills down my spine and butterflies flew in my stomach. I tried not to shiver under his touch. I didn't want to show how much that had an effect on me but I ended up letting a small shiver escape through me.

He looks at me then. His eyes searching mine fast. He was cautious about his next move and it made me pause. I have never met a man that wanted to read me like this before. It made me feel seen and more alive than I've ever felt from a man.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you. You don't have to hide from me." He says with some composure and gruff in his tone. I knew he was close to the edge he barely wanted to hold back but he managed to do it. I look up at him. Taking in deep breaths trying to get my breathing and heartbeat under control. I felt drunk by his touch being so intoxicating I could barely see straight.

I knew what I wanted. I knew that if I didn't have him now I would regret it sooner than later. "I want to feel everything you do to me and I don't want it to stop." I said sultry to him feeling my breathing hitch as I said it. The wicked smile that played on his lips then made my core wetter and throb ferociously. I knew I had unlocked a new side of him with that statement and I was ready to explore this with him.

Before I knew it, he had the shirt ripped over my head smoothly. Leaving me in only my underwear. My n*****s became hard once he caressed my breasts. He took this chance to lightly push me back onto the soft bed. Holding my breasts still as he kisses between them. Working his way down slowly feeling a pulse run through me each time his lips landed further down on my skin.

I felt a whimper escape my lips when he got to my navel area. I felt his body pause and grow stronger. Almost as this made him turned on hearing me like this. I could have sworn at that point I heard a low growl come from him. Almost animalistic and possessive in a way that made me hotter for him.

"Before I go any further I have one request." His voice huskily huffs out. As he stayed hunched over me leaning on the bed so he wouldn't crush me. It was thoughtful and considerate considering no man has done that for me before.

I sit up a little but to get a better look at him. I felt a quiver take over my legs when I saw how Atticus looks. Ready to please me in all the ways I could imagine. His posture and frame looks breath taking. He wasn't even breaking a sweat or growing weak. If anyone was growing weak it was me from the spell I was under.

"Anything Atticus." I whisper to him not able to make my voice louder. I heard him let out a soft chuckle before he moved back up to be face to face to me. Holding my chin as he looks deeply in my eyes before responding.

"I don't want you to be quiet. I want the walls to echo with your screams and pleas. I want to know how you sound when your body surrenders to me." He says to me slowly as he searches for my reaction. I feel a lump grow in my throat making it hard to swallow it down. I knew my heart was pounding through my chest. I'm sure he could hear it too it was honestly not hard to muss since the music he has on isn't that loud. Now I see why it's not that loud either.

I pause my thoughts and felt like everything have froze in time then. Getting the chance to clear my thoughts and calm my nerves. I knew I wasn't nervous cause I was scared. t

This was a different feeling. I was getting nervous cause I knew he was about to give me what I want and more without any pain or trauma to come with it. That's the part that made me nervous. But I took in a breath and stuck all of my focus back on him. I gave him a nod as he still held my face graciously. "I can give you that and more if you ask."

With that he presses his lips on mine ferociously. Letting his tongue explore the inside of my mouth. I welcomed him in as I let out some moans of pleasure. He tastes so minty sweet it makes me crave more but he breaks the hold he had on my lips. Swiftly moving his way back down my body. Nibbling and kissing on my skin.

I watch as his head gets more positioned between my legs. Taking his hand to hold onto my upper thigh as he kept kissing on me. His lips moving to the thigh he was holding. Before I knew it his mouth was on my c**t and keeping a hold of it.

Sending waves of electricity and fire through me. I didn't hold my moans back either. The louder I got the quicker he moves his mouth on me. I could feel the orgasm coming before I knew it. I then wrap my legs around his head. His hands grabs my thighs then. Having a firm grip on them. That's when I knew he was about to switch it up. Which I became right about but not prepared for what he was about to do.

"f**k yes baby." He groans as he still has a hold of my c**t. Not easing up at all after he says that.

That's when I knew it. He was about to send me overboard. He then begins to burry his tongue deep inside of me. Pulling me closer to his face by my thighs. Not letting me escape or wriggle out of his hold. I grip the bedsheets and let out a scream. I could feel the fluids rush out of me but that didn't even stop him. I try to catch my breath once the orgasm runs it's course. Feeling him suck on my c**t softly then. I let out a breathless chuckle as he did this.

"I can tell you don't like to surrender that easily. You're about to be a challenge for me aren't you, little bird?" His voice sounds so exotic to my ears right now. It's the most intoxicating thing about him. I can't help but surrender to the effect it has on me.

"Never hurts to be challenged. It would definitely be worth the challenge if you're up for it." I say as I let out another breathless chuckle. I've notice he hasn't stopped even while we have been speaking. He kept observing the effect it had on me. I then lock eyes with him when I look down.

Intently holding my gaze with his. Not taking his mouth away from my c**t. I wait for a response but he didn't respond with words. He then began to suck on my c**t faster. Easing his fingers inside me as he kept sucking. Not breaking eye contact with me. I could feel the throbs and the pulses inside my core. My gut felt sore from the moans I let out as I kept staring at him.

He mumbles in approval nodding as he kept going. Pumping me harder with his fingers. Sucking quicker on my c**t sending it in a frenzy fit. I couldn't hold back any longer. Before I knew it he let go of my c**t. Using his free hand to rub it faster as he kept finger f*****g me.

"Ah! Ah! Oh my God Atticus!" I moan loudly before the juices came flowing out of me. Feeling his fingers pull out to send the juices everywhere. I felt like I was gonna faint from how loud I was moaning. He didn't stop rubbing my c**t until there were no more juices coming out. Slurping it off my upper thigh and my inner folds.

I push myself up from the bed. Bracing onto his arms as I guide him to lay on the bed. He doesn't object or argue with my decision. He just gracefully switches positions with me. I pull his boxers off of him once he's on the bed. Exposing his errection for me to gander at. I can't take my eyes off of it. He's not only long he has plenty of girth putting a coke bottle to shame.

I don't waste any time to put it in my mouth. Hearing him sigh of satisfaction. I felt it throb in my mouth as I went up and down on it. Going as deep as my gag reflex would let me. I felt his hands tangle into my hair as he grabs a hold of it. Starting to guide my head up and down on his shaft. Going faster and harder. Making me gag loud and saliva pour out the sides of my mouth. It felt so f*****g good to have him f**k my face like this. I didn't oppose to how he was handling me. I wanted him to do me like this and more if he could handle the challenge.

I knew I had made him precum while gagging on his errection. I could taste it as I went slower to savor how it felt in my throat. I kept going a little longer to see if I could get him to precum again. It only took a matter of two minutes for him to do it again. The pants and growls that came out of him sent rivers flowing out of my core. I never knew I could have this effect on a man before. He was putty in my hands and he wanted to be. Something I've never experienced before.

He firmly pulls me up to him by my hair. Not hurting me in any way just sending heat flashes through me by how dominant he was being in the moment. I crawl up to him straddling myself over him. He takes his errection and shoves it inside me once he's positioned between my legs.

"Ah!" I moaned out immediately after he entered me. I could feel how he was stretching my walls out from the inside. It felt f*****g amazing to be stretched like this by him. I swear he's gotten bigger since the last time we had s*x and I don't mind it.

I grind on top of him then. Feeling the heat take over my whole body. I could feel him inside my guts like this. I couldn't help but keep going. My moans sounding breathless at this point. I couldn't take my eyes off him either. He stares at me intently as he let's out grunts and groans.

I could tell he enjoys this. Maybe more than I am enjoying it. The fire in his eyes intensify as I grind on him faster. He grips on my hips guiding me harder against him. His hold is strong and obsessive to me. I didn't want him to let go.

Before I knew he grips a little harder as he instructs my body to bounce harder on his shaft. I obey his silent command without hesitation. He let's out a loud grunt as I moan hoarsely now. I can feel the juices flow all over us. He doesn't seem bothered by it he just keeps going with no mercy.

I scream as the orgasm runs through me and he keeps bouncing me on him. I can hear a wicked laugh come from him as he listens to me keep screaming and moaning. This was getting him aroused even more than before. I knew I shouldn't be condoning in this type of behavior but I couldn't help myself around this man. He brings out a side of me I never knew was there until now.

He pulls me off of him in mid orgasm sending a whimper of disappointment to escape my lips. He ignores my sounds from frustration and puts me on my knees. Licking the juices off my insides and c**t. Staying there to finish the orgasm. Giving my body permission to let it go then. I let out a scream feeling relieved to let out the orgasm. Slurping it up before he decides to stick his shaft back inside me. Pumping me slowly as he held onto my hips. Letting me feel him stretch me out. It felt marvelous to get this treatment from him.

"Oh god! Please give it to me Atticus!" I scream as he goes deeper inside me. Pumping harder and faster from my plead. He grabs a fistful of my hair. Pulling my head back to him making me arch my back more. He kept me like that as held my hair with one hand and his other gripping my hip. Thrusting more into me. I look back at him then. I begin to see the lustful fire playing in his eyes as he stares me down. Watching my face as I let the juices flow again and moan harder.

"You want this baby?" He pants as he keeps going. Not stopping for one second as he doesn't look away from me. I could tell he was getting close just waiting for me to surrender before he did. He clearly wants to fully satisfy me before he let's his load out. Otherwise he wouldn't have asked me that if he wasn't waiting on me. With that I had no doubts that I wouldn't surrender to him. I wanted to surrender to him and only him now.

"I surrender to you Atticus." I moaned out at him. Feeling my eyes roll to the back of my head as his thrusts became more intense then. He pants louder as I moaned louder. My insides gripping his errection tighter as he's inside me. I knew it was coming only in a matter of seconds. I unleashed the beast in him as I did this to his shaft. Making Atticus growl louder and thrust insanely fast.

Then the climax brought out the biggest orgasm through me. As he let's his load out as he kept thrusting in me. He then began to slow down seconds after his load was free and same for my orgasm. Not pulling out just staying still while holding me close to his chest. I could hear his heavy breathing become sync with my breathing.

He freed my hair from his hold and wraps his arm around me. Letting me brace my weight on him as he held me there. I didn't feel clusterphobic with being like this. I felt a feeling I didn't think I would ever feel after being intimate with someone. Safe.