Love Her Wild Atticus Novels & Stories

Keith immediately wrapped her hands in his and tucked them into his coat pocket, muttering, "Why are you dressed so little?" She was wrapped in designer labels, smiling brightly. Standing next to each other, they looked perfect together. Unlike me. I looked worn down and exhausted, with fine lines already etched at the corners of my eyes. I felt like my heart had cracked open in the freezing wind. He used to warm my hands like that, too, mumbling that I wasn't taking care of myself. I remembered someone asking him in that post if he had ever loved his girlfriend. He replied, [I did. Anyone would love someone they've spent eight years with.]

You’re one hell of a crazy girl. “I’m going to sign this now.” I motioned to his book, or to my book that he bought, in front of me. If I could only slap my face now, I would’ve done it numerous times, by now. I heard him chuckle and I can’t help but bite my lower lip. God! I am such a laughing stock in front of him now. How would he even look at me the same way now? “I am irrevocably in love with your daughter, sir. I will do whatever it takes to make her stay with me. Forever.”

It took all his pure love and unadulterated adoration to keep his lust in check. Honoring her virtuous character, keeping herself pure until her wedding, his respect and admiration for her served as his shield and armor from his vicious carnal desires. He wanted to worship her in the most intimate ways possible. He crawled up to her and kissed her passionately. Whispering sweet words that Anna forgot all her fears and worries. ​

The pages were filled with messy thoughts, half-written sentences, and words she couldn’t bring herself to say out loud. She stared at one sentence she had written earlier: Loving him feels like standing in the middle of a storm and hoping the lightning never strikes you. She traced the words with her finger slowly. Her mind drifted back to the way he had looked at her in the park—raw, scared, and sincere. That version of Atticus was unfamiliar… but it felt more real than the cold, untouchable man everyone else saw. Her phone buzzed again. A message this time. Atticus: Did you eat?

Clarence stopped a few feet from Atticus, ready for any sudden move. Atticus slowly lowered his head. His eyes, usually cold and planning, now shimmered with something softer, almost amused. He turned to face Clarence with a slow, deliberate smile. It was not his usual angry scowl or a look of disgust. This unsettling smile was private, hinting at a secret joy that made Clarence’s stomach tighten with unease. He had expected anger, a growl, or even a challenge to fight. This calm happiness was far stranger and more frightening. "Neither, Clarence," Atticus replied calmly, almost as if they were just having a friendly chat. "It’s simply that the woman I love is doing very well outside. That's

Attiucus kissed me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. “Mhh. Ohh, God. Atticus, I love you too.” I moaned when he let go of my mouth. “If you are in heaven, make sure to say hi to the goddess for me.” Said the cocky bastard. With my arms coiled around his neck and my legs around his waist, I felt like a ragged doll. He wasn't soft with me this time. I could feel his emotions with each thrust of his hard cock, “Don’t hold back for me, Atticus, I can take it. I’m your doll but not a porcelain doll.”

"Aris, can definitely be strong willed. Especially when it comes to someone she's attracted to." I teased him. "She doesn't like people often, usually she judges before she gets to know them which means she must really like you." "How do I make her not like me?" He questioned, sighing. Atticus placed cups of tea in front of us, I thanked him with a smile as he took his own seat around the white iron outdoor chairs. "Oh, come on boy, that young fawn is beautiful, wouldn't you want a beautiful girl like her?"

He claimed to love her, yet he'd chosen Dakota over her countless times—all for the easy, effortless, and exciting life Dakota offered. And now that she no longer wanted him, he was acting like the most remorseful man on Earth. It was ridiculous.

It was then that Atticus’ parents had welcomed her into her home. Even though they had cared for her like their biological daughter, and looked out for her, never did she feel as safe and loved and wanted as she feels with Milos. He is so sweet, gentle, peaceful, funny, jovial, understanding and so sexy. The way he made love to her this morning was so beautiful, and she had shed a few tears. The way he kissed her, the way he touched her, the way he…………….. “Excuse me, Luna?” It is Petra.

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.