Atlas
Her gaze swam with desire as she looked at me, pupils dilated and unfocused. My pheromones, my seed, had overwhelmed her senses, leaving her body responding to only her instincts.
She was mine.
I knew she wanted me. She was the one who took the lead… in everything, while I’d been the one holding back—too shy, too worried to even make the first move.
But now that I knew the truth, that she was my match, I wouldn’t hesitate any longer.
But Iwouldhold back from claiming her fully; I needed full consent for that.
Kassie leaned against the door, her eyelids heavy with desire. The black lace of her bra strained against her generous curves, barely containing them as they threatened to spill free. Her nipples peeked from beneath the fabric.
“Are they growing?” I rasped as I cupped them.
Kassie wrapped her hands around mine. “They might be, you should take this off and find out.”
My lower hands encircled her waist and pulled her against me as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her through the cabin, searching for the bed, eager to devour what remained of her clothes. The scent on her fabric made my mouth water.
I wonder if she would be mad if I went to her house and ate out of her underwear drawer like it was a buffet.
I tossed her onto the king-sized bed, where the thick, flannel bedspread complemented her lace lingerie. With four hands at my disposal, I explored every inch of her, tearing away the delicate fabric. I dove my head between her legs, ripping her panties and tasting the fabric like a fine dessert.
Her voice dropped to a sultry rasp. “You’ll be buying me new lingerie every week at this rate.”
I sucked in the crotch of her panties and let it hang from my mouth. “I’ll buy you all the delicates you want.”
Her eyebrows pinched together as she cried out, her arms wrapping around her stomach. “Please, Atlas, it’s starting to hurt again.”
My antennae twitched, my wings fluttering behind me. I didn’t want her to hurt—I never intended to make her suffer.
Her arousal filled the air once more. Her legs spread on their own, and I saw why her underwear had been so damp. She was soaked, dripping with her sweetness, begging to be licked and sucked.
I purred, my wings fluttering harder as I pushed back her legs and dipped my head between her thighs. “Yes, please, my sweetest dessert.”
“Don’t take too long,” she pleaded. “I need your cock inside me.”
I lifted my head, my eyes widening.
I’d like that very much.
First, I let my tongue slide from my mouth, taking sweet suckles from her, licking her clean and playing with her clit.
She cried. I could smell the salty tears as her first orgasm came. More of her flooded my mouth, and my cock pressed firmly against the bed.
Kassie’s head rolled back and forth on the mattress. “No, I need you to fill me up. Please, gods—someone!”
I snarled and rolled her onto her stomach. I had dreamed of taking her in the most primal ways—the ways meant to impregnate, to fill her womb and make the seed take. My body shook with excitement, my cock bobbing and dripping between her legs as I lined up with her entrance. “I can’t hold back,” I ground out. “I don’t know how gentle I can be. I’m sorry.”
My lower hands gripped her hips and thighs while my upper hands held onto her breasts as they swayed under her. I covered her body with mine—to keep her safe, to hold her, to make sure she would not leave. She was mine. She wouldn’t escape me, not until I was ready for my cock to leave her body.
“Kassie…”
“Yes, please, Atlas! Please!”
My cock moved; it slid up the left side of her thigh. I adjusted my hip, and the coils pushed my shaft inside her. Her inner walls clamped down on me like a vice, and I gritted my teeth, trying to hold onto some semblance of control. Kassie’s moans were muffled by the mattress, her body already slick with sweat.I could feel her heart racing, or maybe it was mine, pounding like a drumbeat between us.
I moved slowly at first, each thrust deliberate, feeling every inch of her as I slid in and out. Her body quivered beneath me, her fingers clutching at the blankets like they were a lifeline. I could feel her pleasure building, her moans growing louder, more insistent. It was a symphony, a melody that only I could conduct.
