Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 110: Chap-110*Lost My Virginity.*

**Cynthia Dion: **

I was taken aback to hear him accept me, especially considering I was already married to my second mate.

"But I'm married to my sec--" Before I could finish, he interrupted, sitting upright and gently brushing my hair from my neck.

"Your marks!" He frowned in confusion. "They're gone." He didn't realize that I didn't have a wolf, so the scars had disappeared.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to concern him with this now, especially after he had just accepted me, as it had rekindled my long-dormant desires.

He leaned in close to my face and murmured, "Maybe because your wolf desires me, it didn’t want the mark of your second mate on my mark."

Although my whole body trembled, I didn’t stop him because I desired him so badly.

When he saw that I wasn’t preventing him, he put his hand on my thigh and softly massaged the inside of it while reaching out to kiss me.

I put my hand on the bulge of his shorts and gasped, but I didn’t have time to close my mouth before Atticus pushed his lips firmly against mine. My body was prepared, and I could tell that his was, too.

I continued rubbing my hand against his dick and getting all worked up as he intensified the kiss. He moved his hand close to my groin while sucking my tongue. I widened my thighs a little because I didn’t want him to struggle, and he saw it. Despite being married to a sociopath; I wasn’t embarrassed to be with Atticus.

I let out a deep groan as Atticus’ fingertip rubbed against my pussy. Being this tenderly adored by my wanted mate was very intoxicating because I had never been touched there.

He broke off the kiss and carried me to the bed in his arms. He kissed me all over between my legs after removing my panty and getting me to lie on my back. He started exploring my pussy with his tongue while I was in another zone, and he continued doing so for the next ten minutes.

"Ahh!" I moaned, biting my lip as his tongue grazed my pussy. I closed my eyes and squirmed whilst his tongue battled my groin.

I will never be able to put into words how wonderful he was. When he had sufficiently aroused me, he lifted his face and started kissing me on the stomach.

He raised my shirt over my chest and fixed his face between my boobs. He began sucking and toying with my nipples mercilessly after removing them from a bra. His hand continued to massage my pussy while still sucking my boobs. His contact was very powerful.

I was astounded by his stunning abs and back muscles after he removed his shirt and pants as well.

He crawled between my legs and placed the head of his erect dick on my pussy once we both lost control. He patiently awaited my approval, which I greatly admired. I gave him a clue by lifting my body and giving him a quick peck on the lips.

He forced his cock inside of me, and just as I started to shriek, he covered my mouth with his lips. For the first few thrusts, it felt like he had torn me open, and I thought he was going to kill me before the agony turned into intense ecstasy.

He was nibbling my neck and going in and out of me as I moaned beneath him.

When he was about to finish, just as he began to draw his dick out, I grabbed his hand and yanked him back over my body. I wanted him to let it go inside of me; I didn’t want him to pull it out.

He refused.

Even so, he yanked it out and jumped off of me to go get washed up in the bathroom. Even though I had given him my approval, I still wanted to strike the wall at what he had done. I wasn’t going to force him onto anything, but the way he quickly got up just left me confused. If he intends to stick with me, why wouldn’t he want to finish inside me?

Maybe I was looking for some sort of surety.

In order to speak with him when he comes out, I started looking for my garments. I slipped into a white silk nightgown without any underwear and eagerly awaited his arrival.

He strolled over to me as soon as he emerged from the restroom and immediately wrapped me in his arms, whispering in my ear, "You are precious."

He grinned and said, "You lost your virginity to me. It’s proof that you have never allowed Mr. Holt to have sex with you."

I only nodded and kept my head down, so he guessed something might be wrong.

"What happened?" He released me and tenderly held me by my wrists to inquire as to what was wrong when I remained silent.

"Why weren’t you willing to let release inside me? It would have been a nice way to ultimately understand that we want each other and no one else--,"I know I was sounding weird and gross, but I wanted some sort of comfort. Maybe that will help us start a life together instead of stalling.

"Are you sure that is what you wanted?" He was surprised; his face was filled with an expression of surprise.

"You have accepted me already," I said.

"So why don’t you mark me, and I will mark you? I can get rid of Mr. Holt. I don’t want to be with him anymore. He is just dangerous to be around," I started explaining to him how we can be together sooner without wasting any more time.

"Cynthia! It will take some time for all these things to be resolved," he excused, making me wonder what was going on with him. He was all about accepting me and being with me, and he didn’t even bring up the idea of my getting a divorce from Mr. Holt.

"Besides, I am telling you, I will keep you safe," he realized he had messed up.