Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Cora
I’m done fighting this thing between Atlas and me.
I’ve seen a different side of him recently, and I’m dying to find out what it could be like between us.
I’m so nervous. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, I’m worried I won’t be good at it.
He’s turned the main light off, leaving the one on my bedside table on.
The way he looks at me takes my breath away.
Like I’m the only thing he sees, and if what he said downstairs holds even a fraction of truth, I know I am.
The way he described it—that he felt he was living in darkness— makes my heart ache.
I don’t know much about his history, but I can’t let him feel like he’s alone in this anymore.
“Are you sure about this, Cora? If you say the word, we’ll stop,” he promises, standing in front of where I sit on the bed.
“I’m positive. I want you, Atlas.” Rising onto my knees, I pull his head to mine and kiss him. I pour all the things I’m too afraid to voice out loud into it.
“Fuck,” he groans, sinking into me. I slide my tongue into his mouth and savor the way he growls. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that me, plain Cora, does this to him. The girl whose parents didn’t even want her is wanted by this beautiful man.
Atlas leans over my body as he pushes me back. Wrapping my arms around his trim waist, I let my hands travel up his body. His skin is hot to the touch, and I frown as he rips his lips from mine.
“Are you mine, Cora?” he asks, arms on either side of my head, holding his weight. His dark brown eyes are searching mine, no doubt looking for the certainty I feel.
Smiling at him, I pull his face closer to mine. “Yours, just yours,” I whisper.
“Good.” He sits back and pulls his shirt over his head.
The hat he wore earlier is long gone, allowing me to appreciate the mess his dark hair has become.
I almost swallow my tongue when I finally get a look at his torso.
I’ve always wondered what his tattoos looked like from the peeks I’ve gotten, and they don’t disappoint.
His body is lean and strong. The way his stomach contracts as he moves tells me he’s taken care of himself. Atlas’ chest is defined with edges and sharp lines. I follow the vines of his tattoos down his arms and try not to drool when I notice the V shape that dips at his hips.
Fuck me.
I’m captivated by the way his body moves. Atlas is truly a work of art.
Dark tattoos litter his arms and chest. A few small pieces are scattered around his sides, but the biggest piece is on his chest.
There are branches that wrap around the entirety of his arm, starting at his wrist and going up to his neck. Along the branches, it looks like roots are coming out of them, as if they’re seeking somewhere to find solace.
They move up his body, the branches intertwining around his collar, and up his neck in a swirl, as if they’re trying to strangle him. I run my hand along his collarbone and follow the path down his other arm to his side. My heart aches when I see the broken hourglass. “Atlas,” I sigh.
Underneath the tattoo on his side, I find the skin is raised, as if it’s covering an old scar. Seeing his gaze on mine, I pull my hand back. “What happened to you?”
“Darkness,” he replies sadly, leaning down to steal my mouth in a brutal kiss.
Surrendering myself to the sensation, I move beneath him, seeking friction of some kind. If I thought the kitchen counter session made my insides heat, it has nothing on the way he’s making me feel now.
Arching my hips into his, I feel his hard length press into me, sending another jolt of arousal through my body.
“Fuck, Cora,” he groans. “You’re everything. Your touch, your smile, your heart.” His hand ghosts across my chest. “You’re my undoing.”
Pushing him back, I sit up and toss my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. It’s not fancy, but by the look on his face, I won’t be wearing it long. I reach for the clasp, and his hands stop me. With a shake of his head, he lowers his head, pulling down the front of my bra, bearing my breasts.
When his mouth presses open kisses onto my chest, I give in to his touch. Why did I fight this for so long? I don’t hold back the sound that escapes me. “Please,” I beg. “I need more, Atlas. Let me feel you.”
“I’m trying to go slow, Cora. I don’t want to be rough with you. I want to savor you.”
Unhooking my bra, I quickly toss it to the side and smile at him. “I’m waiting.”
Atlas stands and makes quick work of his jeans, leaving his boxers on. Leaning back down on the bed, he grabs a hold of my leggings and rips them at the waist. I watch as he pulls them and my panties off with one tug, leaving me naked to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck me. I don’t deserve you.” His stare bores into my naked body. It almost makes me self-conscious, but this is Atlas. I’m his Firefly, and he came from the darkness for me.
Feeling emboldened, I run my hands across my chest and around my breasts as I tweak my nipples with my fingers. Dipping a hand lower, I trace a path down my stomach and arch into my touch. His is better, but I’m getting tired of waiting.
“Oh no, you don’t. This is my body to touch.” He grabs my hand before I can reach my pussy. Shoving them above my head, he shoots me a heated look. “Behave.”
“Then touch me. Please.”
“I forgot how greedy you are, baby. Don’t you worry. I’ll take care of you.”
Leaning down to kiss me, I moan against his lips. The weight of his body against mine is a heady feeling. Grabbing his hair, I deepen the kiss and arch my hips into his, feeling his hard length. Taking one of my hands out of his locks, I move it down his body, enjoying how he shudders against me.
The way he responds to my touch makes me feel so powerful.
This strong, complicated man is coming undone, and it’s because of me.
Dipping my hand into his boxers, Atlas groans into my mouth when I grab his length.
He’s perfectly long and thick. I need him inside of me.
Pumping his length, I whine when he pulls away from me.
“Not yet. I won’t last if you touch me like that.” Kissing a path down my body, I raise my hips when I figure out his destination. “Are you feeling needy here, baby?” He slides his hand through my slit. “Fuck me, you’re soaked.”
“God, please,” I beg. I don’t care how needy it sounds.
Lowering his head, he nips at the inside of my thigh, “I’ll be your god, baby,” he murmurs as he drags his tongue between my folds. I’m lost to the sensation of his tongue making its way up and across my body, and the attention he pays to my clit. Pushing my thighs wider, he settles between them.
Needing to touch him, I weave my hands into his hair and press my pussy into his face. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Patience baby. I’ll take care of you, Firefly.
” He goes back to eating my pussy with enthusiasm.
“You taste so fucking good, I can’t get enough.
” He gives my pussy a long lick and reaches up to pinch one of my nipples.
Moving his hand back down my body, he rubs his thumb against my clit. My body is on fire, but I need more.
“Atlas…” I start.
“I know, shhh.” He inserts a finger into me, kissing my clit. “I know, baby. Take what I give you like the good girl I know you are.” A shot of lust hits me full force. I arch into his touch, ready to give him anything he wants if he’ll just let me come.
He adds another finger, and I groan at the intrusion. I’ve never felt so full.
“Oh, that’s nothing, baby.” He stops and looks at me. I realize I must have said it out loud instead of thinking it. “You’re going to be so fucking full of my cock in a minute, but first I need you to come for me.”
Atlas swipes his tongue against my clit repeatedly, and his fingers inside me curl up. I know what he’s doing, and I lean into his touch, searching for bliss only he can provide.
His thumb is circling my clit, and I’m so lost to the sensations that I don’t immediately feel his hand moving lower. He presses against my backside, and I almost rocket off the bed.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he praises, sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Oh my God, Atlas!” I moan, covering my mouth with my hands.
“You better be quiet, baby. I want to hear those pretty noises, but I don’t want to have to gag you… yet.”
He rubs tight, quick circles on my clit, and I feel his fingers massaging me. I cry out again. Sucking my clit into his mouth, Atlas reaches up with his free hand and pinches my nipple, sending me over the edge.
A burst of intense pleasure washes over me, I’m glad I have my hands over my mouth, or else I think the neighbors would have heard me.
Atlas eases his fingers gently out of me as I come back down to Earth.
My chest is rising and falling as I try to catch my breath.
I groan when I see his face rising from between my thighs, and the shine coating his chin.
Watching him run his tongue along his bottom lip has another bolt of lust coursing through me.
It only intensifies when he licks my juices off his fingers.
Grabbing his head, I pull his face to mine, not caring that I can taste myself on his lips. “Atlas, I need you. Now.”
“Careful what you wish for, Firefly.” He sits back and removes his boxers. His cock springs free, and the breath leaves my lungs as I watch him stroke his cock from root to tip.
Leaning forward, I lick the pre-cum from his crown, enjoying the shudder that goes through him. Wanting badly to taste him, I open my mouth to take him, but he stops me.
“That’s not where it’s going this time, baby. Lie back,” he orders.
Falling back onto the bed, I support his weight as he leans over me. His dark eyes search mine as his hand caresses my face from my hairline to chin. Once he finds what I think he’s looking for, he grins wolfishly at me.
“When you start praying again, just remember it’s me that makes you feel this way, not God,” he says, smashing his lips to mine.