“Jesus Christ,” I growl, my body shaking with how turned on I still am, despite the intense, all-consuming orgasm I just had.
“Atlas,” Kienna cries out. “God, Atlas, I can’t stop, I can’t stop.” Christ, she fucks her own hand while I hover over her, taking in this goddess. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, all the breath leaving her lungs as she comes again.
I swat her hand away, sliding down her body and prying her legs open. Flattening my tongue, I lick her up and down in frantic, feral strokes before spearing my tongue inside her entrance, scooping out more of her cream.
Kienna winds her fingers in my hair, holding me still as she rubs her pussy against my lips and tongue. Her scream carves through the air as a fierce orgasm overwhelms her tiny body. I grip her thighs, pinning them down to the mattress as I drink down every last drop of her release.
I only stop when she goes completely limp. Looking up from between her legs, I see her head loll to the side as her chest heaves up and down. I crawl up her body, placing kisses on her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.
Collapsing beside her, I drape my Kienna over my chest and hold her trembling body close. We’re both breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat as we cling to each other. I comb my fingers through her damp hair and place a kiss on top of her head.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I whisper, tugging on her hair slightly to tilt her head up.
“Hmm?” Kienna asks in a daze, her eyelids barely fluttering open as a sleepy, contented smile stretches across her lips.
I grin and kiss the tip of her nose. “Never mind. I’ve got you,” I murmur, tucking her head under my chin. I hold her for long moments, listening to her breaths slowly return to normal. This is my happy place, my sanctuary. This is what I will fight every single day to keep.
7
KIENNA
Bright sunlight is streaming through the blinds, casting long, lazy shadows across the floor. For the first time since the night everything changed, I wake up not with a jolt of terror, but with a lingering sense of peace. I stretch and inhale Atlas’s cedar and rain scent still clinging to the sheets, but the man himself isn’t next to me.
Pulling myself out of my warm cocoon of blankets, I walk toward the kitchen, expecting the usual quiet. Instead, I’m met with the sound of clattering metal and a low, frustrated curse.
I round the corner to find Atlas standing over the stove, looking utterly baffled by a skillet. I giggle at this towering muscular frame of a man, who has undoubtedly torn men apart with his hands, struggling to cook. He’s got batter smeared on his forearm, and the "pancake" in the pan is currently a charred, unrecognizable mess.
He freezes when he hears me, his jaw tightening. "I thought," he starts, then pauses, looking at the smoke curling up from the pan and then back to me. "I wanted to make breakfast. I’m clearly missing a tactical advantage here."
I can’t help it; a bubble of genuine, unfiltered laughter escapes me. I walk over, stepping into his space, and gently takethe spatula from his hand. "You’re trying to force it, Atlas. You have to be patient with the batter."
I reach around him, grabbing the ladle. I pour a perfect circle onto the hot surface, the batter bubbling exactly the way it should. He’s standing so close behind me, his chest flush against my back, that I can feel the heat radiating off him. I hold his hand, guiding him as I show him how to wait for those tiny bubbles to pop before the flip. With a flick of the wrist, he turns it, landing it perfectly in the center.
"See?" I murmur, leaning back into him. "Perfect."
He doesn't look at the pancake. In fact, he turns off the burner and sets the pan aside, focusing solely on me. His gaze is dark and heavy, and the air between us thickens instantly. Atlas slowly slides his arms around my waist as he kisses his way up the back of my neck, pressing his hard cock into my ass.
“I can think of a few other ways you can help me, beautiful,” he whispers into my ear.
A moan escapes my lips as he grinds into me, slipping his hands up the oversized shirt of his I threw on before coming out here. Atlas grips my hips and continues his exploration with the tips of his fingers as he sucks and licks my neck. Before I know it, he has my shirt off and he’s pushing me down on the counter so my ass is sticking out.
“Fuck,” he snarls as he strips himself of his clothes. “Look at you, bent over for me, showing me your thick, gorgeous ass.” His fingers trace a line down my spine, starting at the base of my neck and moving slowly down, down, down…
I gasp as Atlas thrusts two fingers into my pussy from behind, scissoring them to prepare me for his huge cock. The primal growl stuck in his throat has me wiggling beneath his touch, wanting more of him.
“You like that, my good little girl?” he rasps. I nod as my body trembles from his attention. Atlas withdraws his fingers andslides them to my back entrance, coating my most private hole with my arousal.
“Yes,” comes my whispered, strained voice.
My bodyguard grunts in approval, pushing just the tip of his finger inside the tight ring of muscles. I pulse and jump from the invasion, then push back against him, taking more of his finger.
“Jesus… you’re so damn sexy, taking what I give you and begging for more.” Atlas licks the sweat from the back of my neck and nips me there, still slowly pumping his finger in and out of my ass. When he slides his other hand around my front and begins blurring his talented fingers over my clit, I nearly collapse.
The sensation from being finger-fucked in both of my entrances has me crying out and clawing at the kitchen counter. “A-At-Atlas,” I stutter out between rugged breaths as my body shakes uncontrollably.
“That’s it, love. Show me how much you want it. God, you’re perfect.”
His praise brings me to the precipice of my orgasm, but he suddenly withdraws his hands from me. “Nooo,” I whine, my thighs trembling with my pent-up release. I need him so badly it aches with every beat of my heart, echoed in my sensitive clit.
