“Holy shit! That was incredible!” Atlas grabs my chin and leads my face over to his, our lips immediately colliding in a violent kiss. His teeth nibble on my bottom lip and I taste blood from wherehe broke the skin, but I savor the flavor – It means I’m alive. I’m alive and free enough to bleed in the throes of passion with the man I love.
We break apart, our breath wild as our eyes meet.
“Do you want to go to the loft?”
His loft. The place he’s spoken about but never let me visit.
“Hell yes.”
His smile is beautiful enough to make angels cry, but I don’t have enough time to focus on the beauty of it before he’s giving me directions to his home. It’s closer than I thought, located in the warehouse district of town just a few blocks over from the races, and only a few more miles until we reach Saint Mary’s. So close, this whole time.
He presses a button on the console of his car and the entire wall of the warehouse in front of us begins to lift. He motions for me to continue in, and I creep the car forward, looking at every detail of the renovated warehouse.
From the outside, it looks like an old building. As soon as I drove in, though, I can see it’s far from normal. Alotof money has gone into making this place a magazine worthy home. The bottom floor is completely cleared out with only a few toolboxes and car parts lying around and a spiral metal staircase leading to the second floor.
We get out of the car and Atlas leads me up the staircase where I can see a kitchen and laundry room off to the left. A bedroom sits to the right, lights only bright enough to show the king size bed lying in the center.
Without waiting for him to follow, I let go of his hand and walk to the right, immediately finding the switch and turning on the light to his bedroom. It’smassive, but I shouldn’t be surprised considering it’s in a big ass warehouse. His bed is made up of black silk sheets and a large matching comforter laid out on an industrial style bedframe. The industrial look is followed throughout the room in metal and stained wood stools, lamps, and bedtables.
I feel him come up behind me, his arms wrapping tight around my waist. “What do you think?”
Laughing, I spin around in his arms. “Not too shabby for a bachelor pad. Here I was expecting bare walls and an air mattress.”
He leans in, his lips barely skimming mine. “Oh no,Reginetta.I wanted you to be as comfortable as possible when I made love to you for the first time.”
My breath hitches in my throat. We’ve spoken about it once where I told him I was ready and he told me he wanted my first time to be special. I’ve been waiting for a month.
Was he getting this place ready for me?
He begins to back us up toward the bed, “Tell me now if this isn’t what you want, Evangeline. I don’t plan to stop once I claim you as mine and I don’t give a fuck who else loves you.”
I ignore the jab toward Kortez and our earlier conversation. I refuse to believe he’s loved me this whole time and has stayed silent. “I hear a whole lot of talk and no actions to back it up. Don’t tell me you’re one of those men whose bark is worse than his bite.”
He laughs, grabbing my hips so tight there’s no doubt I’ll have his fingerprints bruised into my skin tomorrow. “Oh, you’ve done it now.”
He tosses me up on the bed and immediately crawls after me, his lips slamming down on my own with a force that rocks through me so hard I feel it down to my clit. Our shoes hit the carpet as a ripping soundfills the air. Atlas tears my shirt in half instead of letting his lips leave mine, filling me with the power of knowing that this god of a man finds me so irresistible that he doesn’t want to split from me for even half a second.
A button pops off from his shirt at my uncoordinated movements but eventually, I get it off of him and tossed to the floor leaving us both naked and grinding against each other.
Just as I thought, the tattoos on his arms and neck travel lower, filling his chest and thighs so much that only a few glimpses of his tan complexion can be seen. Even his cock has a vine of thorns wrapped around it, tattooed in red and black ink. His very big, very thick cock. Oh, God, this is going to hurt, isn’t it?
My thighs are slick as his fingers find their way between them, immediately circling my clit and causing my hips to buck from the mattress.
“Fuck, Atlas. You’re being such a tease right now.”
He chuckles, the sound turning me on even more as he slides one thick finger inside of me. “I want you soaked for me,Reginetta.I want you dripping down my hand and staining my bed so I can look at this spot after you leave and remember every little moan you made from my touch.”
He kisses my mouth one more time, slipping his tongue between my lips for a quick moment before trailing his own down my neck. His fingers pick up the pace, one more joining the first as his mouth makes a trail of kisses down my chest. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, nipping his teeth at the hard bud before moving over to the next one and doing the same thing.
My arms come to cover my stomach as his kisses travel further down, my self-consciousness getting the best of me even in the throes of passion. His growlvibrates through my abdomen as he leans up and uses his free hand to move my arms, keeping his fingers moving in and out of my pussy at a constant pace. His fingers rub at my internal walls, making me moan and grab at the sheets.
“That’s it. Do not move your hands from there, especially to cover any inch of your body. I will do as God intended and worship the goddess in front of me with every tool at my disposal. It would be sacrilegious to make me stop.”
I can’t do anything but nod as he continues to make his way down my stomach and in between my thighs, his fingers moving just enough to make room for his mouth to suction around my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” My back arches as his fingers speed up, keeping pace with his tongue as he flicks it across my clit a few times before going back to sucking it between his teeth. My fingers grasp a hold of the sheets, staying exactly where he told me to keep them, as his fingers curl inside of me one last time.
My orgasm shoots through me, my scream echoing around the loft as Atlas groans from between my thighs. When he comes up, I see the evidence of my orgasm coated on his smile. He licks his lips before climbing back up my body, kissing me and making me moan into his mouth as my taste mixes with the taste of his lips.
