My senses are flooded, overwhelmed in the best way possible. His tongue darts in and out of my entrance, his nosecircles my clit, and the stubble on his chin tickles the insides of my thighs. When he growls into my pussy, I gush for him, making him growl again.
Atlas lifts his head and I stare down at him between my legs. He’s covered in my juices, the sight sending shivers of pleasure echoing around my body. His hands hold me steady when my hips jerk involuntarily, trembling with pleasure.
I feel him suck on my folds, first one side, and then the other. Atlas turns his head and nips at my inner thigh before kissing the sting away. He gives the same attention to my other thigh and then licks up my slit. He's avoiding my clit, licking me everywhere except where I need him most.
“Delicious,” he groans, staring right at my core. My walls pulse under his scrutiny. “Jesus, you’re throbbing for me.”
“Please.” I try finding my voice, but I know it’s barely a whisper.
Atlas grins and then dips his head, working me up again. My juices trickle down my slit, tickling me and causing me to cry out. Atlas’s tongue follows the trail, licking my forbidden hole and causing me to jump. He chuckles and resumes his attack on every single part of me.
My head falls down to the counter as I grab his hair, riding his face, needing to find release for the orgasm he’s been teasing me with for what feels like hours. My bodyguard sucks my clit into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, and I break.
“Atlas!” I shout. He licks me through my orgasm, sending me up and over, again and again. “God, I can’t… I can’t stop,” I cry out, gripping his hair.
I tremble as I come, pleasure rolling through my body and blocking out all thoughts. All sights. All sounds. The world disappears and there’s nothing left but my body gushing for him as he demands my orgasm.
Every bit of strength has been wrung out of my bones, and now drips down Atlas’s face. He stands up and leans over me, kissing me long and deep. I taste myself on him, which is so much hotter than I thought it would be. He tries to pull away, but my mouth follows his. I bite his soft lips and lick my juices off the tip of his nose.
“Fuck,” Atlas growls, gathering me up in his arms and kissing me wildly. “You like that? Like when I kiss both of your lips?”
“Yeah,” I gasp before he bites my shoulder.
“Perfect. You’re so damn perfect, Kienna. Such a good girl for me.”
I don’t mean to whimper at his praise, but it slips out of me without permission. I’m hoping Atlas didn’t hear, but when he turns to look at me with one eyebrow raised, I know I’ve been caught.
He leans in, his lips hovering over the shell of my ear. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” he rasps, trailing his lips and nose down my neck. “Don’t try to deny it, Kienna. I’ll give you everything, my sweet, precious girl. All the love and praise you never had.”
I tilt my head back and let Atlas suck and nibble my tender skin. “Yes,” I pant, my chest heaving at the thought of his praise. “I want to be your good girl.”
Atlas tips his head back, looking at the ceiling while getting himself under control. I can feel his hard cock against my thighs from where I’m sitting on his lap, but I’m not sure what to do about it. My bodyguard’s hands come down to rest on my hips. “Gotta stop squirming, little girl. I’m on the fucking edge right now, but this is about you and your pleasure.” I pout slightly, and Atlas grins, nibbling at my bottom lip. “When you’re ready for more, I’ll show you everything. I promise. But for now, let me take care of you.”
I relax into his arms again, my head resting on his shoulder while he combs his fingers through my hair. I’m suddenly exhausted, my muscles sore from all the activity. I’ll just close my eyes for a little bit. I’m not sure what the future holds, but right here, in the warm embrace of my bodyguard, I feel safer than I ever have.
6
ATLAS
The morning after our intense encounter is filled with unspoken memories and undeniable chemistry.. The air in the house, once charged with the tension of survival and the unknown, is now humming with a quiet, domestic intimacy.. We keep bumping into each other in the small kitchen as we clean up breakfast, and every accidental brush of skin—the back of my hand against her arm, her hip bumping against mine as she reaches for a plate—sends a jolt of pure electricity through me.
"You're hovering," she says, a soft, teasing lilt to her voice that makes my pulse spike. She’s leaning against the counter, watching me, her gaze lingering on my mouth with a boldness that tells me exactly what she’s thinking.
"I'm keeping an eye on the perimeter," I counter, though the lie is weak even to my own ears. I step closer, my shadow falling over her, and her eyes darken. She doesn't back away; she meets me head-on, her breath hitching as I invade her space. The way she looks at me, trusting, hungry, and entirely unmasked, is a direct hit to my restraint. She’s signaling that she’s ready, that she’s tired of waiting, and God help me, I have no intention of waiting any longer.
“Is that so? I thought the perimeter was outside–”
I close the distance, kissing the rest of the snarky remark from her lips. Before she can respond, I scoop her up, bridal style, loving the way she giggles and then nuzzles into the side of my neck. I don’t set her down until we’re inside my bedroom, and then I’m pinning her to the mattress, my body weight anchoring her to the sheets.
I kiss her senseless, a deep, bruising claiming that tastes like coffee and need. She’s pliant, eager, her hands tangling in my hair, her sighs turning into soft, broken whimpers against my throat. I’m lost in her, and I don’t want to be found.
Leaning back on my heels, I let go of her wrists so I can peel her clothes off. I trail my lips up the inside of her right leg, pausing briefly to kiss behind her knee. Kienna inhales sharply, making me grin wickedly at how well I can read her. I continue placing featherlight kisses up her thigh, nuzzling into her soaking wet pussy.
“Jesus,” I groan, unable to resist the urge to lick her from bottom to top. My girl is fucking delicious and I’ll never get enough of her.
“More,” she whimpers. “I need more. I need it all.”
I growl into her cunt, then scrape my teeth along her clit. She lifts her hips and spreads her legs wider. I press my tongue against her tight as fuck entrance, groaning when I feel her little hole pulse and release a shot of cream into my mouth.
