Atlas
“Tell me, am I the exception to your rule, or do I confirm it?”
“I—” she starts, but chokes down the rest. “I think . . .”
The words die out once more. She can’t admit the truth I already know, but unlike her, I’m not afraid to do so.
I push the chair back as I stand, striding toward her until I’m a single step away.
“Is it that hard to admit it? Or do you think I don’t feel the same?”
She puts the knife down, wipes her hands on a kitchen towel, and finally turns to look at me, but her lips stay sealed tight.
“I asked you to move in with me, not even knowing if the name I call you—the one I’ve screamed in my head a thousand times already—is real.
Isn’t that clue enough? Or maybe the fact that I’m ready to kill for you would be a clearer indicator?
Every second, you’re in my head, reminding me how completely you belong with me.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. So tell me, are those hints too subtle for you? ”
The warmth in her eyes is confession enough, but I want to hear her words, to imprint them into my mind, leaving no doubt that she feels the same.
“You are what confirms the rule.”
“I am!” I bite back the urge to shout it. “Summer,” I start, while her hands glide over my chest. “What I said last night was not an empty promise. I will never let go of you. There isn’t a corner in this world where you could hide from me.”
“I’m confused. Are you threatening or flirting with me?” She smirks, unbothered.
“But I also promise you,” I pull her in, my hands on her waist, not paying attention to her teasing, “I’ll make you happy. Put your needs before mine. And protect you. Always. No matter the cost.”
“Now this sounds a lot like a wedding vow.” Her lips brush over mine as she keeps mocking my efforts to lay down the ground rules.
Fuck! It does sound like one.
“It is a vow. And I want one from you now. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” Her surrender is a hot breath of a whisper against my lips.
I give myself a moment for those words to make a victory lap through all the corners of my mind, before claiming her lips.
As I glide my hands to the hem of her dress, she withdraws a bit, letting me peek at the hunger beneath. That look lingers, then twists into a filthy promise.
“Now that we’re done with the vows, did we get to the part where we sacrifice a goat and bathe in its blood?”
I see her. Always hiding her emotions behind a wall of humor. But she can’t hide from me.
“No. Now I fuck you until you beg me to stop. I promised I’d make you scream and plead, and I like to keep my promises, too.”
She starts taking steps backward, and the wickedness on her face lures me to follow right after.
“I’ll move in with you on one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I want you to fuck me on every surface, every square inch of this huge house, and make it our home like this. Deal?”
A fuckin’ roar tears out of me as I lunge for her, and she squeaks, trying to run away from me, all of a sudden not so brave in her demands.
I catch her right before the dining table, and Summer lets out another adorable squeak, when I strip her dress off before she can object.
Not that she would.
The black lace bodysuit underneath that’s plunging to her belly button makes me drool.
“Fuuuck me!”
“That’s the plan,” she retorts.
I wrench her up against me, while she rips my shirt off.
Grabbing the middle of the bodysuit, I tear it off her with a single move. Tit for tat—her tits and that perfect pussy for my tats.
With her throat in my grip, I force her to take steps back and climb the table. But her deft hands don’t stay idle, nimble fingers unbuckling my belt, like her life depends on it.
Swinging my hand, I send the glass vase on the table flying off, shattering into the nearby wall, before I pin Summer’s back to the hard surface. Her beaming smile tells me it’s not so much me forcing as it’s her allowing it.
I grab onto her waist, rotating her on the table, and her features twist into confusion. Her head hangs off the table, right before my dick that’s still trapped under my boxers.
“Tongue out,” I command.
And she obeys, watching me free my cock and shove it down her throat.
Absolute fuckin’ heaven!
She gags, and her eyes water in an instant, but she’s such a marvelous sight. Her hand jerks up in shock at the sudden lack of air, but it stays like that, not asking for mercy.
“Tell me, honey, would you tap out if it got too much?”
I expect her hand to do the begging, since her mouth is quite full at the moment, but this woman is born to defy my expectations. Instead, that same hand slides between her legs, and her clit gets a greeting—one I should be doing.
“I don’t wanna hold back with you. So you tap out if it gets too much. Got it?”
When I pull my dick out of her throat, she coughs and inhales, before another fit of coughing cuts off her words. Grabbing her ankle, I spin her once more and spread her legs around me.
“I—” Summer coughs again, barely catching her breath. “I’d rather die than tap out.”
“Great tombstone quote.”
“I’m not a fragile thing.”
“And I’m not going to treat you as such.”
I thrust hard, burying all of my length into her pussy, and her muscles clench on my cock with such force, it takes everything in me not to come right that instant.
“Oh, God!”
Her back arches, every line of her body tightening under me, making her resemble a divine sculpture. Would she find me insane if I had one made of her like this?
“God? Don’t give him credit. I’m the one between your legs. If you scream, it’s my name or none at all.” I lean closer, letting her adjust to me buried to the hilt.
Her hand darts for my throat, pulling me all the way down to her lips, staking a claim. When she breaks the kiss, the fuckin’ gates of hell stare back at me, promising to ruin us both.
“Fuck me like you couldn’t break me even if you wanted to.”
I draw back, fully intent on ramming into her pussy hard enough to rearrange her insides, but Summer has other ideas.
She shoves my shirt past my shoulders, and I finish stripping it off.
I pull out of her for a second to kick off my jeans and boxers, but when I lean down to bury myself inside her again, she catches my arm.
Her leg swings up and over to the opposite side of my head, and in one agile move, she slams me down on the table, pinning me beneath her.
I knew she was a fuckin’ witch. Or maybe a ninja.
Her palms glide over my chest, and her pussy eases my cock back home.
I growl at the sensation of her impossibly tight heat as her hips begin to move, showing off again what she can do with those sensual rolls.
Cupping her breasts, I pinch her nipples, aching to take them in my mouth, and she gives me the sweetest moan.
“Have I ever told you . . . that I fucking love your dick?” she pants.
“I love the way you worship it. Will you make a shrine for it, honey?”
“That’d be weird.”
“I’ll make one for your pussy.”
“You’re a weirdo.”
“Your weirdo.”
“Do you wanna hear—”
I drive into her hard, and only my firm grip on her hips keeps her in place.
The way her nails dig into my chest, and the sweet throaty moan filling the air, have me one breath away from going feral.
I pull myself up, grabbing the back of her neck until my lips hover over hers, waiting for her to finish the question.
“A confession?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be on your knees for a confession, love?”
“If I were on my knees, my mouth would be full,” she says, breathless, inches from my lips, while her rhythm picks up pace. “I wanted to ride you like this . . . the night I knocked you unconscious. Tied beneath me, fucking your face, sucking your cock, using it to fill every hole of mine.”
Her words get me so worked up, I’m seconds from filling her cunt. I squeeze her hard enough to extract another moan, and that’s the final straw. I crash my mouth onto hers, grab her ass, and haul her toward the bedroom, still buried inside her.
“The bag,” Summer reminds me.
I pass by the kitchen counter with her still on my cock, but the moment I reach to grab the bag, she’s already clutching it with her slim fingers.
“Your ass is mine, love,” I warn, resuming my stride.
A couple of steps, and the leather strap of her bag wraps around my neck while her teeth sink in there. The shock makes me lurch for the wall, my elbow punching a hole through it, causing a painting to crash down on my head and shatter on the floor.
She pulls away from the bite and grins.
“Don’t forget that I could’ve had your ass if I wanted.”
The leather strap around my throat cinches further, mimicking the way her muscles are choking my dick. Both the sensation and the memory of the last time she had me breathless, on a leash, makes me twitch inside her before shifting to pin her against the wall.
I look down to where our bodies are joined, my cock glistening with her arousal as I pull all the way out, and she lets out this broken, desperate whimper that goes straight to my balls.
Pushing just the tip in, slowly, I stretch her, only to withdraw again, and again, torturing us both.
“A-Atlas . . .” she pleads, voice cracking, as she releases the strap, nails clawing down my arms like she’s trying to drag me back inside her.
I sink in halfway, and her greedy little cunt clamps down around me so fuckin’ tight, pulsing, sucking at me like it never wants to let go, but I rip myself out completely once more.
I’m barely holding back, yet it’s worth every second when her heavy-lidded, high on desire gaze flashes with feral need and anger. Fuck me, she’s a spectacular sight!
The leash around my throat closes. Like a threat.