Chapter 19 #2
He marched from the guest room. His hands were fisted, and his dick hurt. He wanted in her. Wanted to come far too badly. He made it to his room. He’d left the lamp on in his bedroom, and the soft light spilled toward him. Atlas was far too aware of the fast racing of her footsteps behind him.
Atlas grabbed a condom from the nightstand. When he’d gone into her room, he truly hadn’t counted on fucking her. Or I would have taken a damn condom in with me.
The forty-eight hours had not been up but…
“Atlas?” Lily had followed him into his bedroom.
He tore open the packet. Rolled it on his dick even as he turned toward her.
She shut the bedroom door behind her. Stood there. Breasts gorgeous, nipples tight. Panties gone. Sex bare.
He took a step toward her. One. Another.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked.
He lunged for her. Pounced. A predator who’d finally gotten the prey he’d wanted all along. She reached for him eagerly, with open arms, with the gold gleaming in her eyes.
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 thrust harder. “My name…”
“Atlas!”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“F-fuck me…” A ragged breath. “Harder.”
He was. He did. He drove harder as 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.
She shifted, crawled forward, putting that gorgeous ass of hers in the air.
He curled his body around hers. Sank into her. One hand gripped her hips. One hand flew around to press to her clit.
“Sensitive,” she whispered. “I feel so sensitive!”
“Fucking perfect.” He slammed into her.
She pushed back against him.
His mouth went to the curve of her shoulder. Pressed. Kissed. Bit. Marked.
His hips pistoned against her, thrusting frantically even as his fingers strummed her clit again and again. Ferocious need blasted through him. A consuming desire that he could not control.
“I will feel you come around me again. I want that. I need it. I love the way you feel when you come around my dick. Do it again. Squeeze me, sweets.”
She was moaning and arching, and she was so wet and warm and she was—
Squeezing around my dick. Coming. Begging me to come for her.
She didn’t need to beg.
He thrust harder. As deep as he could go, and he erupted inside of her. A blasting release that tore a bellow from him even as he felt the pleasure pour through his entire body. A powerful orgasm that had his jaw clenching, his hips surging, his whole world fucking spinning too fast and realigning.
He came in her. The most powerful release he’d ever had, and she was squeezing his dick every moment with her tight, hot pussy. Still coming for him. Coming around him.
Taking him.
Claiming him.
Even as he claimed her.
Will never let you go now. Can’t…
His breath shuddered out. He thrust slowly.
She moaned. He pulled out…
Have to ditch the condom. He stalked away from the bed even as she collapsed against the mattress. He was still aware of the loud, fierce thundering in his ears. Aware that his body felt too tight and too hard.
Aware that he craved.
He needed to be in her again. Feeling her come around me. Coming with her.
He returned to the bed. Reached into the nightstand once more. Atlas pulled out another condom and rolled it on his dick.
She rolled toward him. “Atlas?”
“I need you again.” Guttural. His entire focus had shifted to her. Maybe his entire focus had always been her. “Can you take me again?” Dammit, she had to be sore. He’d been slamming so deep into her. This had to be too much. He had to—
Her legs parted.
He was on her. On the bed. In her. Driving deep, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. A feverish intensity consumed him. There was no holding back, no stopping. The bonds around him had broken. He felt feral as he drove into her again and again.
Need her pleasure. Have to give her pleasure. “Stay with me.” He needed her as lost to need and lust and release as he was. “Stay with me.” He didn’t want to lose her. Not now. Not ever.
Her legs rose. Her knees pressed against his hips. Her breath panted out.
He was beyond restraint. Plunging fiercely. Too lost to her. With her. In her. Unable to hold back. But…
She wasn’t speaking. Wasn’t saying his name. Wasn’t…
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
He froze. Body rock hard, Atlas looked down at her.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she snarled. “I’m too close.”
Fuck, yes. Yes.
He pounded harder and felt her contractions around him. Heard her gasp and moan. Loved the press of her nails into his skin.
Her core squeezed him. His orgasm slammed into him. He held her hips tightly, sealing them together as he poured out his release.
Can’t lose her.
Won’t.
No matter what it took, he would not lose Lily.