Page 12 of Guarded By Atlas

She looks so beautiful with her cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over, and that sexy mouth parted as she struggles to catch her breath.

I want to see her come apart, and just when she’s about to recover, I’ll send her right back to the edge. Then I’ll sink my cock into her tight pussy and take her. Make her mine.

Mine, comes the unbidden thought, but I don’t push it back.

No, I embrace it.

At least for the day, I’ll allow myself to think that someone as gorgeous as this woman could be mine.

“You are so fucking wet, baby!” I grind out as I slide my fingers over the valley of her pussy, and she jerks hard against me when my finger finds her clit. “Your desire is dripping all over my hand. You want me to help clean up the mess, don’t you?” Her breath hitches when I press my finger gently over her entrance, shallowly thrusting it into her core. “Lick you up until there isn’t a drop left?”

Fuck, she’s incredibly tight. I let out a groan of my own when her pussy clenches hotly around me, and I can tell she’s close. Her breath is coming at a rapid pace, and it’s only a matter of seconds before she falls.

Fuck this!

Marie whines in frustration when I pull my hand away. I drop to my knees, yanking up her skirt before pushing her thighs apart to expose her pink heaven, glistening with arousal. I don’t give myself time to admire her as I lean in and inhale the sweet scent of her, my mouth watering for the taste I’ve been craving for days.

“Atlas…” She moans loudly when I press my mouth to her pussy, flicking my tongue between her wet feminine lips. I lose whatever control I was grasping onto as her hot flavors flood my tongue, and then I’m an animal seeking to brand their mate with my mouth and hands.

Mine.

She’s mine, goddamnit!

I press my hand into her hip, groaning as I drag my tongue over the folds of her sex. She cries out, combing her fingers through my hair and grabbing a fistful as she rolls her hips over my eager mouth. “Oh God,” she sobs when my tongue finds her clit and her pussy tightens against my lips when I flick the nub quickly. “Atlas…yes!”

I slide my hand up her body and pinch her nipple between my knuckles even as I wrap my mouth over her clit, sucking it softly between my lips. Her breath hitches, and her grip in my hair tightens a second before her mouth parts on a scream. She tugs hard at my hair, grinding into me and the tongue flicking over her clit. I lap up her juices, drawing out her climax and taking in every rough tremor that rolls through her body.

Mine!

The thought of another man touching her sends violent thoughts racing through my mind. Only I will ever touch her…kiss her. Marie is mine to pleasure. To claim. My thoughts turn dangerously possessive as her tremors die down and I climb to my feet. Our gazes meet, and she must see something in mine because her eyes widen in surprise.

“Atlas—”

“I’m only getting started, sweetheart.” I growl, barely recognizing my own voice.

Chapter Five

Marie

Something has changed.

It’s almost like a switch has been flipped in those kind green eyes I met only days ago, and now, staring me down are eyes so dark they send a chill running down my spine. It doesn’t scare me as much as it surprises me.

Okay, fine. It scares me a little. But not nearly as much as it excites me.

Suddenly, my quiet giant with gentle hands and kind eyes looks like a caged predator ready to break out and cause chaos. There is heat too, so strong it burns the spots in me that were beginning to cool, and God, how did I ever think that last night was a fluke?

There is no explaining the heartbreak I felt when I woke up to a cool empty spot next to me. It felt like he’d waited for me to fall asleep before slipping out of bed. Last night, I’d allowed myself a moment of vulnerability and exposed parts of myself I’ve always kept hidden from people. To be fair, I was raised in an environment where I strived for perfection. My family never pushed me to be perfect, but for some reason that only mademe want to be. I wanted them to feel proud when other parents bragged about their kids at the country club.

But last night, I let the shield drop.

I begged for his touch and was humiliated when he didn’t just turn me down but walked away. I hated him for stealing my first kiss, but more than that, I hated that I was alone in these feelings. Now it seems that I was mistaken.

Oh, I was so wrong.

“Atlas,” I whisper, my voice and knees a little shaky as I back away from the man. There is something in his eyes that sends an equal amount of fear and thrill coursing through my body. “W-what are you doing?”

“Strip,” he growls, the sound nearly inhuman, but it’s those eyes—magnetic, meadow green eyes that he runs over my rumpled clothes and exposed skin—that send fire cackling in my belly. “I want you naked. Now.”

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