Falling apart for me.
I pull out suddenly, and she sobs—an angry, shattered sound.
“Why—?”
I grab her hips and flip her in one fluid move, pulling her onto her knees, ass in the air, her face pressed into the pillow.
I grip her tattooed hip—right over the Viper’s tail—and push inside her again, bottoming out with one brutal stroke.
She screams.
I groan.
And everything in me goes feral.
“This,” I snarl, hips slamming into her tight heat, “is mine.”
Her nails tear at the sheets. Her back arches. Her ass bounces off my hips with every violent thrust.
I lean over her, voice low and lethal against her ear.
“You come when I say.”
“Atlas—please—please—let me come!”
I tighten one hand in her hair and pull her head back just enough for her to breathe.
“Ask me before you swim.”
Her breath shatters.
Her body convulses.
“I—” she chokes out, voice trembling, “I’ll ask.”
“Again.”
“I’ll ask! I’ll ask you next time—I swear?—”
That’s it.
I reach for her pussy, sliding my fingers through her slick, and I slam into her once, twice as I roll that little piercing through my fingers.
Her pussy clamps down all around me, and her orgasm rips through her body—violent and uncontrollable.
She screams into the sheets, thighs shaking, pussy squeezing me so hard I almost lose it.
“Good girl,” I growl, pounding through her climax until I feel mine climbing, fast and explosive.
I pull out and push her flat against the bed, flipping her onto her back so I can see her face when I fall apart.
Her eyes are wide.
Raw.
Dazed.
I slide in deep—one final thrust—and my release hits so hard I swear my vision whites out. Hot pulses flood into her, thick and endless, and she wraps her legs around my waist, holding me inside her like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
