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He releases my fingers. "You taste so good,ílios mou."
"Do I?"
"Taste." Bringing my hand to my mouth, he waits for me to obey.
I open my mouth and suck my own fingers in. Flavors burst over my tongue. My arousal. Him.
Tugging my fingers out of my mouth, he places my hand above my head and then slides his fingertips down my arm and over to my breast. He cups my breast and brushes his thumb over my aching nipple.
I cup my other breast with the hand not above my head, pinching my own nipple and sending sharp shards of pleasure slicing through me.
Moaning, I cant my hips upward, my core achingly empty. "Please, Atlas."
"Not yet." His jaw is taut with need, his control so close to breaking.
But he doesn't break. His erection, dark and engorged with blood, leaks pre-ejaculate and bobs in front of him like a baseball bat about to take a swing.
He tugs my hand away from my body. "Not yet," he says again. "You're not ready yet.
"I'm past ready," I argue.
Atlas smiles. And it's not one of his nice smiles. This one is all sorts of devious and it sends anticipation running along every one of my nerve pathways.
He places my hand above my head beside the other one.
Lying like this, I am vulnerable, but powerful too. I am the absolute center of his attention.
In this moment, nothing exists outside this room for either of us.
"Clasp your left wrist with your right hand."
Relishing the release of control, I do exactly as he says.
"Good girl." He says something in Greek and even though I don't understand the words, the tone makes arousal gush between my legs. "Now, close your eyes."
Letting my eyelids lower, and unable to see him now, I can only focus on what I am feeling. Both of his big hands cup my breasts, squeezing and releasing in rhythmic movements. Then he pinches my nipples and jolts of pleasure zing between them to my clit.
Gasping, I turn my head from side to side, but I don't open my eyes.
I don't want this game to end.
His hands slide away from me, and I mourn their loss, but I don't protest. I want to know what comes next.
Strong fingers grip my ankles and he pushes my legs up so my knees bend until my heels are practically touching my butt. "Spread your thighs, Lucia. Let me see my silk covered pussy."
I part my thighs and he guides my feet until I am fully open to him.
"Your panties are soaked." The air shifts and that is the only warning I get before his mouth is on me there.
He inhales my scent and groans and then he's biting against my tender flesh, but the fabric of my thong acts as a barrier, dulling the sharp sting of his teeth.
There is a snick, like a switchblade opening. Cold steel slides up my calf and a shiver of atavistic fear goes through me.
I don't move a muscle. I barely breathe as the flat of the knife glides along my skin until it presses against my center.
"Atlas," I moan.
"You are such a good girl. So damn trusting."
