His hands curled around her waist.He lifted her up.
Her legs locked around his waist.His dick thrust into her.Again, just an inch, two…
He pinned her to the closed door.
Her eyes began to drift shut.
“My name,”he bit out.“Look at me.”
Her eyes flew open.
“You will be with me.”Every single moment.He would not lose her.He knew what she wanted.What she needed.He would be the only one to give it to her.“My name.”One hand snaked between their bodies as he pinned her between him and the door.One hand gripped her waist.One went to mercilessly stroke her clit.
“At-Atlas…”Her eyes were wide.Her cheeks flushed.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Fuck me,” she fired back.
He did.He drove into her.Pounded into her even as he worked her clit over and over.He kissed her, and he fucked her, and he was relentless.He drove deep, filling her, but he couldn’t go in far enough.Not from that angle.
So he carried her away from the door.Lowered her onto the bed.Stood on the side of the big bed, and he hauled her legs over his shoulders.The better to plunge deeper into her.To fuck her harder.To open her completely so he could play all he wanted with her clit even as his dick slammed deep into her.
There was no holding back.Not from him.Not from her.He could see every inch of her.Every beautiful, delectable inch.
Mine.
Her hands grabbed onto his arms.Her nails dug into him.
He smiled and thrustharder.“My name…”
“Atlas!”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“F-fuck me…” A ragged breath.“Harder.”
He was.He did.He droveharderas he claimed her.Making sure that she fully understood who was doing the fucking and who would be the one to give her pleasure, always.
Because he wanted to erupt.To pour into her.But she would come first.
He squeezed her clit.Her head tilted back.Her hips slammed up against him, and he watched the pleasure as it flashed across her beautiful face.Her lips parted wide, her breath shuddered, and then she was jerking and arching, and he could feel the inner contractions of her tight, hot core all along his dick.Those contractions maddened him.He thrust harder.Faster.
“Atlas!”
He loved it when she called out his name.Loved it when her hips ground against him, as if she wanted to get closer.As if she wanted more.
He’d be giving her so much more.
He plunged deep, then pulled back, almost withdrawing completely.
“Atlas…”
He lowered her legs.
She blinked.Her breath came quickly, making those gorgeous breasts rise and fall.“Wh-what?—”
He flipped her over.“Hold tight to the covers.”Maybe she’d rip them the way he had done the bedding in her room.
