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“Alexandra.”
The way he said my name felt like a prayer.
Like a vow.
Like a man who had finally reached home.
Then his mouth found mine again, and the rest of the world, his and mine, ceased to exist. As if both had shattered and reformed into one of our own making. One ruled by his hands, commanding my body, every touch igniting it. Hands that one moment were framing my face, keeping my head tilted for the deepest kiss, and then lifting my breast in the next
breath for his awaiting mouth.
His teeth rolling around the aching bud, making me hiss as a beautiful pain morphed straight into gasping pleasure. One moment, my back arched, begging for more, and the next, I was nearly squirming to get away from the intensity. Something he didn’t allow, as he tugged me back, his strength leaving no room for argument. It was like he commanded my body and knew it would submit.
And he was right.
Submit, I did.
Gladly.
Because for all my bravado and arguments, this was the only place I wanted to be. Writhing beneath him, always on the edge and ready to beg
for more. Beg for it all. Especially when his lips made the soft, teasing journey down my body, leaving my abused, bitten breasts in favor of another bounty.
My breath left me when his hands came to my hips, where the skirt of my dress remained. He tore it further, making my body jerk almost violently, making me gasp. A sound he clearly enjoyed, if the heat in his eyes was anything to go by.
“I will have nothing between us,” he growled, tugging it down and leaving me completely naked. He stood before me, looking down at me, as if mapping out every line, curve, and mark. As if reacquainting himself with my body before making it his once more. Starting with the taste of me as he gripped my ankles and, without a word of warning, yanked me hard enough that I slid to the edge of the bed. Then my eyes widened when he lowered down to one knee and spread me wide, tossing each leg over his shoulder as he positioned himself firmly beneath my thighs.
“Don’t move… Do you understand?”
I nodded, and he nipped at my thigh, making me yelp.
“I asked you a question, my queen.”
I swallowed hard. “Ye…yes. I understand,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
He grinned up at me and kissed the sting he had made as he whispered, “Good girl.”
He wasted no more time before making a meal of me. Dipping his head and dragging his tongue up the length of me, making me cry out the second he made contact with the bundle of nerves that were ready to declare him their god.
My back arched off the bed, and one of his large hands reached up and pressed firmly on my stomach, holding me captive and exactly where he wanted me.
“Atlas… oh god… fuck!” I moaned as he bit, sucked, and kissed, driving me wild. All of it was a beautifully cruel way to keep me on the edge. A place where I knew he was waiting for me to beg to be released from.
“Please…please let me…”
“Let you what? Tell me,” he demanded, pausing long enough to look up at me, and the sight of him made my breath catch and held prisoner within my throat.
“Please, let me come… please!” I cried out, and his grin, I swear, was prime evil. Which only made the thrill of it even stronger, as he finally gave me what I wanted. This time, making me scream the second he added his fingers, thrusting them up inside me, the moment he sucked on my clit and practically blew my world apart. I screamed incoherently as one long orgasm flowed right into the next, thanks to his relentless mouth and fingers. Until the point I begged him to stop, making him chuckle against my inner thigh, nipping at the flushed skin playfully.
“Hmm, I must admit I could become quite addicted to the sound of you begging.”
I had to admit, right then, I didn’t even have it in me to respond in kind. There was no scathing, sarcastic, or clever witty comment. No, there was just the sound of me panting and trying to get my heartbeat back to a normal rate. Back to the calm before he had tried to unravel me. Of course, it didn’t help when I watched him open his mouth and suck on his two fingers he’d used to fuck me with. He even closed his eyes and moaned around them.
“Speaking of addiction, you’re fucking delicious, girl.”
A whimper was apparently the only response I had left in me.
How charming.
