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"Tonight, I will make you come screaming my name."
I slip out from behind her and lay her on the rug, keeping my fingers deep inside of her. I hover above her, watching her eyes roll back with each thrust of my fingers. With my free hand, I unbutton the shirt she's wearing and groan when I expose her breasts. I dip down, taking one of her nipples in my mouth and suck. My cock twitches when she moans my name and I feel the slickness of her dripping down my hand.
I pull back and watch her breasts bounce as I plunge my fingers in and out of her faster. She arches her back, her breathing fragmented. I've fantasied about doing this to her for weeks. Dreamed of what she looks like naked with my hand inside her. Knowing I can illicit such a pleasurable response from her has me questioning my resolve not to fuck her tonight, but I've waited a long time to touch her, and I won't be rushed in one night. No, I'll take my time with her. Take my time exploring her body before I claim her with my cock.
"Atlas," she moans, and I know she's close.
"Look at me," I say, drawing her hooded eyes. "I want to watch you come."
She reaches up and pulls me down, slamming her lips against mine. I love how her tongue slips inside my mouth, deepening our kiss. If I'm not careful, she'll make me come without laying a single finger on me.
"Atlas!" She cries out, and I feel her pulsate around my fingers.
I press my lips to her forehead, letting her ride out her pleasure. Her thighs tremble as I pull my hand from between her legs and her eyes widen when I slip my fingers in my mouth to taste her.
"I've been wanting to do that longer than I care to admit," I confess with a wicked smirk.
Her eyes grow hazy, and I can see the desire to have my cock buried deep inside her flare. She reaches for my pants, but I grab her wrist and shake my head.
"You would deny me the opportunity to return the favor?"
"Like I said before," I plop down beside her and kiss her. "You will have me another night," I whisper against her lips. "I won't rush everything I want to do with you in one night."
"Does that mean there will be other nights like this?"
"As long as you allow it."
She arches a playful brow and says, "Oh, I'll allow it." She slithers her hand down my scarred chest until she reaches my belt and tugs at the buckle. "Maybe you'll allow me to – ."
"Sleep, Strenlys," I snake my arm around her and pull her against my chest. "Sleep."
Twenty-Eight
Shaye
The crackle of the nearly extinguished fire stirs me from sleep. My body aches from the trauma of last night's fight, but it's then I remember what happened afterward with Atlas. My eyes pop open when I realize we're still sprawled on the bearskin rug, tangled together underneath a quilt. Just like when we spent the night together on the boat headed for Tronovia, my head is tucked against his chest listening to the steady beating of his heart. This time it's different though. Before, I was still uncertain about him and his intentions. Now, I know he's deserving of not only my trust, but my affection as well.
Light streaks through the window, illuminating the humble cabin. I take a moment to scan the room and smile, because it reminds me so much of Atlas. Rough around the edges but warm and inviting once you get inside. There's an undeniable sense of home here. Maybe being intertwined with Atlas has something to do with me feeling that way.
I pull back slightly in hopes I don't disturb him. He has one arm wrapped around me, holding me close, and his other arm is tucked under his head. My gaze drops from his worry-free face to his scarred chest. I never took the time to count how many small notches mar him, but then again, I didn't have the opportunity to really take notice before. In my head, I silently count until I reach thirty-two. Thirty-two scars. All given to him by Vesper.
I hate that bitch.
I feel the rage bubbling within my chest, and I'd like nothing more than to slice her head clean off her shoulders for everything she put Atlas through all those years ago. But even if I take her head, I won't kill her. She'll just attach to another host. That's what Soul Eaters do.
Either way, one day, Atlas will have his justice. I'll make sure of it.
A faint moan escapes his lips, and it triggers memories of our encounter last night. Twisting just enough to look down at him, I realize I failed to rebutton the shirt I'm wearing before falling asleep and my breasts are still exposed. My nipples harden when flashes of last night replay in my mind. His mouth on mine, his tongue circling my nipple, his fingers curved inside me, shattering all my fears and insecurities.
I want him. Now.
I roll on top of him and leave a trail of kisses from his neck down his abdominals and make a point to kiss every single scar on his chest.
"I don't know what turns me on more." He finally chimes in when my fingers slip down to the waistband of his trousers. "Seeing you on top of me or feeling you on top of me."
"Why can't it be both?"
He returns my flirty smile with one of his own. His hands brush up my legs and grip my thighs. "I could die today and be a happy man."
