Stealing the Heart of Mr. Steele

Chapter 99 [Cordelia]

Walking backward, Atlas leads me over the edges of my dress which lay puddled at my feet in a beautiful ripple of silk and lace. The tall silver pumps catch on the edge but he holds me steady with a stable hand on my waist as my back presses against the cold, flat surface of the mirror.

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the sudden chill as he presses me into it gently, his hands moving up and down my rib cage sending delicate tingles of pleasure along my spine.

Placing my hands on his chest, my hands reach up to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer to me as my lips part enough for his tongue to gain entrance.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"Cordelia," he smiles my name against my lips as he continues to kiss me, his hands slowly reaching up towards my breasts, which aching and full, press against the tight lace of my bra. As his thumb touches the edge of my areola I gasp. "Too much?" he stops, waiting for my approval,

I struggle to catch my breath. Pregnancy is making everything so sensitive that just a simple touch is almost enough to take me over the edge.

"No," I whimper, my body shaking with need. "Oh gods, please don't stop. I..."

His hungry mouth reclaims my own, breaking up my words as he massages my nipples with wide, gentle circles. I moan at the thought of what more intimate touches might feel like with my body in such a heightened state.

Opening my mouth wider, I place a bold hand on his chest. His nipples harden through the fabric of his shirt and I grin in delight at the knowledge that I am affecting him as much as he is affecting me.

I begin opening his shirt and he pulls his hands from my breasts to help me. I cry in protest, but he shushes me. "So impatient," he scolds.

"Atlas," grabbing the edge of his shirt I pant. "I want to feel your skin on mine."

"Then we should get rid of this," he gently pulls on the strap of my bra to the side, lowering it along my shoulder. "And this," he pulls on the second strap until it dangles uselessly to the side. Reaching around me he unclasps my bra, which falls uselessly to the ground. Atlas steps back admiring his handiwork.

Standing in nothing more than shoes and panties, I feel naked and shy. The intense look of longing shining from his eyes causes a warm blush to travel across my chest and cheeks, brightening the tips of my ears with a rush of red.

My body has changed so much since the last time he saw me naked. Where there was once a flat stomach I am now round. My curves have started to fill out adding softness not just to my hips, but to my legs and arms and breasts. Embarrassed, I look to the side unable to handle the intense scrutiny of his gaze, and pull my arms across. my chest.

Placing a hand on my cheek, he turns my head back towards his. "What's wrong?" His eyes search my

face, confused at my sudden bashfulness, "Did I do something wrong? Should I stop?"

"It's not that, it's just...how can you look at me like this? I gesture at the fullness of my body. "How can you...want me like this?"

He gives me a playful smirk that makes my core tighten with a sudden, unbearable, wave of desire.

"You've always been beautiful, Cordella," he takes a step forward. "And now, carrying our baby, you are even more stunning."

Without breaking eye contact, he kneels before me. Placing a hand on either side of my belly, he whispers "Your mother is so beautiful," he kisses our son through my skin and I feel my heart flutter. "Maybe I need to show her." "Atlas," I panic as his hands reach for the edge of my panties and begin to pull down. Licking his lips, he places a kiss just below my belly button, near the delicate lace edge. "What are you...?

A gentle rap on the door and the rustling of the door handle bring us both out of our stupor.

"Cordy," Angelica knocks on the door. "You've been in there for a really long time. Do you need help getting out of all of those buttons?"

Atlas freezes holding his breath.

The door slowly begins to creak open.