Her voice breaks on my name, and I swear I feel that sound in my bones.
“You think you get to tell me no?” I growl, hips snapping, punishing and claiming at once.
“You think you can run around half-naked for a beach full of men and I’ll just smile and say thank you?”
Her nails dig into the pillow.
She’s shaking, her thighs quivering around my hips as I thrust again, deeper this time, until the head of my cock grinds against that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back.
“No—you don’t get to do that, Cece,” I whisper against her throat. “Not anymore. Not when you’re mine.”
She’s panting, eyes dark and glassy, lips swollen from my kiss. Her body moves without thought, meeting every hard thrust, desperate and greedy and perfect.
“Say it,” I command, biting the soft skin beneath her ear. “Say you’re mine.”
She shakes her head, but her body betrays her—tightening, clenching around me like she’s already coming undone.
“That’s alright,” I tell her, voice a violent sort of calm. “Your mouth can lie. Your body can’t.”
I shift, hooking my arms under her knees and lifting her hips so her ass is off the bed. Now her legs are wide open, spread for me, the position obscene and gorgeous and mine to devour.
She gasps—helpless—when I pound into her again, deeper than before.
“Oh my God—Atlas?—”
Her voice is breaking, breathless, ruined.
I feel her pulsing around me, that telltale shiver that means she’s close. Too close.
I slow—just enough to make her whine.
Her hands fight the order, wrists twitching like she wants to touch me, to hold on, to drag me deeper.
“No,” I say, grabbing her wrists one-handed and pinning them harder above her head. “You come the way I tell you to.”
“Please,” she whispers, voice soaked in want.
Everything inside me snarls at the sound.
She’s begging.
Fucking begging.
I lower my mouth to her nipple, flicking the metal barbell with my tongue, and thrust again—deep and slow, dragging her right to the edge but not letting her fall.
Her whole body is trembling.
“Say you’ll ask me before you swim,” I murmur against her skin.
She groans—frustrated, desperate, furious.
I smile.
She’s mine.
I thrust harder—sharp, punishing strokes that make her cry out. Her eyes squeeze shut, head thrown back, curls wild against the pillow.
She’s breaking for me.
