“Get those panties off,” he orders.
I scramble to obey, choking on a laugh as I shove the lace down my legs.He doesn’t even wait for me to kick them free before he’s urging me back, his voice rough.“Spread your legs, Mads.”
Mads.
Where did that come from?No one has ever called me that, but I like it.
God help me, I do.
I expect him to take me right then, to climb over me and drive inside hard enough to match the storm whipping between us.But he lowers himself, sliding down the bed until his shoulders wedge between my thighs.
“Atlas—” I start, not sure if I’m protesting or begging, but the second his mouth is on me, every thought shatters.
He licks.Devours.Destroys.
I arch off the bed, a strangled cry escaping, hands flying to his head.The first swipe of his tongue against my clit has me shaking, the slow circle followed by a sharp suck that nearly breaks me.
“God—oh God—”
He groans against me, like my taste is undoing him too.My thighs tremble but don’t resist when he spreads me wider, eating like a man who’s been deprived.My hands clutch at his hair, urging him on, helpless.
I can’t last.The pleasure builds too fast, coils too tight.I beg him, words spilling out incoherently.“Please, please, don’t stop—”
And he doesn’t.He never even slows.
The climax rips through me with violent force, my back bowing, my voice moaning out his name.Stars burst behind my eyes as I completely unravel.
Atlas doesn’t give me time to recover.He surges up my body, capturing my mouth in a kiss that tastes of me and him and sweat.Then he thrusts inside in one hard, claiming stroke.
I cry out, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in.The fullness, the stretch, the heat, it’s overwhelming.
Atlas groans into my throat, hips grinding deep.“So fucking tight, Maddie.”
I can’t answer.I can only moan and cling and rock with him as he drives into me.The storm is fierce, unrelenting, and I face it head-on.His hand slides between us, finding my clit, circling ruthlessly.
“Yes, yes,” I chant, almost sobbing, because the second orgasm hits before the first has completely faded.My body clenches around him, pulling him deeper, and I scream his name as I come again, harder, wetter, more desperate than before.
He loses it then.His thrusts turn erratic, powerful, his mouth pressed to my neck whispering filthy promises I’ll never repeat.My body is fire around him, and when I scream again, his release tears through him with a ragged curse.
He holds me through it, hips still working as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from me, every last drop from himself.Then he collapses to the side, dragging me with him.
For a moment, silence.Just the sound of our breathing as his hand drifts to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.He presses a kiss to my brow, and it undoes me more than any sex ever could.
“That was…,” I start, but my voice is wrecked.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, still catching his breath.“That was.”
I should get up.I should run back to my room, remind myself of rules and lines and why I can’t want this.But for one dangerous minute, I let myself stay, curled against the man I swore I wouldn’t fall for.
Atlas’s arm is heavy over my waist, pinning me in the kind of hold I could get used to.His chest rises and falls steadily and for one reckless second, I let myself imagine what it would be like to always fall asleep like this.
But that’s the problem.Sleep.Staying.It’s not “just sex” if you blur the edges.
I ease my hand under his arm, sliding out from beneath the weight.The sheets whisper against my skin as I sit up and reach for my clothes.
“Mads?”His voice is thick with exhaustion, low and rumbling, and somehow still manages to make me shiver.
“I’m going back to my room.”I find my tank top, tug it over my head, and force my tone light.
