Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele
Chapter 137

[Cordelia]

We finally come up for air when the elevator doors open again. Because we are staying in one of the master suites, the elevator opens up to a very small hallway with no other doors. Without warning, Atlas scoops me off of my feet, holding me bridal style in his arms.

"What are you doing," I laugh, kicking my feet. "Put me down, Atlas."

"Not until we cross the threshold properly," he smirks, bending down to give me a little kiss. "We never did this right the first time and I feel like it is long overdue."

"But we aren't even married anymore," I laugh again. "Shouldn't we do this after we get married?"

"So you want to marry me again," he raises his eyebrow.

"I didn't say," I swallow hard. Did I want to marry him again?

His gray eyes smolder with heat as he watches my expressions change. "Because I want to marry you again," he kisses me lightly.

"Why?" I say between kisses, "Didn't we make each other miserable?"

'This time will be different," he promises my feet dip lower, his hand opening the hotel room door.

"How do you know," I gasp. "You still keep breaking my heart."

He pauses in his love assault to gaze into my eyes, making sure I know he means it when he says, "Because this time, I know you are the love of my life."

He carries me across the threshold using his foot to slam the door closed. I expect him to set me down but he doesn't. He walks us both straight into the master bathroom and only sets me down when we reach the double shower which he walks us both into the shower, shoes and all.

"What are you doing," I gasp as the water starts to pour on my head unexpectedly.

Blocking me in with his arms he doesn't let me go. Pressing me against the wall and eats my lips like a starving man, starting with the bottom one, which he brings into his mouth, sucking gently, and then moving to the top one which he nibbles eagerly. He pulls at the hem of my ruined dress and carefully lifts it over my belly, revealing my soft roundness, which he kisses before removing the dress the rest of the way.

"These clothes are too dirty to take

off in the bathroom without rinsing them first," he muses as he takes off his shirt, leaving it in a heap with my dress in the corner of the shower. "I thought we could get clean at the same time."

"Something tells me," I pant as he kisses his way down my neck, his hands working on the back of my bra, "That you intend for us to get dirty again at the same time."

He chuckles in response as his mouth replaces my newly exposed breast and his hands replace the edge of my panties. Plunging his fingers lower, he replaces my clit and begins stroking it gently, playing with my little nub, twirling in tiny circles. His other hand cups my other sensitive breast, his thumb mirroring the work of his lower hand, circling my areola.

"Atlas," I moan as he continues to work his magic, my legs growing weak as I come close to release. "If you don't stop," I gasp, "I'm going to cum before I have a chance to return the favor."

"Good," he teases, taking a step back out of my reach, making me moan in frustration as I reach for his belt buckle. "I want to hear your pleasure, Cordelia. I want to know that I am making your body feel good." His finger slips inside of me, playing with my inner lips.

"Ahhhh..." bite my lip. My back

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arches as another finger joins in spreading my opening wider as the palm of his hand massages my clitorus. His mouth changes sides and feel the tingle of my colostrum leaking from my breasts as they show their appreciation of his

attentions.

"It's like your breasts are cumming for me," he smiles as he gleefully licks the yellowish-white breast milk from my nipples. "Am I making you happy, Cordelia?"

A third finger enters me and I begin moving up and down, riding his hand like it is his dick, enjoying the sensation of him moving inside of me.

"Yes,' I barely manage to say. "Oh, dear gods yes."

As I feel my body release he slowly lowers me to the shower seat. He kisses me as I recover. It takes a few moments more for the world to stop spinning. When it does, I'm ready for more,

Looking up at Atlas through my lashes, I smile devilishly as I reach up for his belt buckle.

"My turn," I yank him forward.

His eyes sparkle as my fingers work the buckle loose.

"Yes, ma'am."