6. Atlas
ATLAS
The morning after our intense encounter is filled with unspoken memories and undeniable chemistry..
The air in the house, once charged with the tension of survival and the unknown, is now humming with a quiet, domestic intimacy..
We keep bumping into each other in the small kitchen as we clean up breakfast, and every accidental brush of skin—the back of my hand against her arm, her hip bumping against mine as she reaches for a plate—sends a jolt of pure electricity through me.
"You're hovering," she says, a soft, teasing lilt to her voice that makes my pulse spike. She’s leaning against the counter, watching me, her gaze lingering on my mouth with a boldness that tells me exactly what she’s thinking.
"I'm keeping an eye on the perimeter," I counter, though the lie is weak even to my own ears. I step closer, my shadow falling over her, and her eyes darken. She doesn't back away; she meets me head-on, her breath hitching as I invade her space. The way she looks at me, trusting, hungry, and entirely unmasked, is a direct hit to my restraint. She’s signaling that she’s ready, that she’s tired of waiting, and God help me, I have no intention of waiting any longer.
“Is that so? I thought the perimeter was outside–”
I close the distance, kissing the rest of the snarky remark from her lips.
Before she can respond, I scoop her up, bridal style, loving the way she giggles and then nuzzles into the side of my neck.
I don’t set her down until we’re inside my bedroom, and then I’m pinning her to the mattress, my body weight anchoring her to the sheets.
I kiss her senseless, a deep, bruising claiming that tastes like coffee and need. She’s pliant, eager, her hands tangling in my hair, her sighs turning into soft, broken whimpers against my throat. I’m lost in her, and I don’t want to be found.
Leaning back on my heels, I let go of her wrists so I can peel her clothes off.
I trail my lips up the inside of her right leg, pausing briefly to kiss behind her knee.
Kienna inhales sharply, making me grin wickedly at how well I can read her.
I continue placing featherlight kisses up her thigh, nuzzling into her soaking wet pussy.
“Jesus,” I groan, unable to resist the urge to lick her from bottom to top. My girl is fucking delicious and I’ll never get enough of her.
“More,” she whimpers. “I need more. I need it all.”
I growl into her cunt, then scrape my teeth along her clit. She lifts her hips and spreads her legs wider. I press my tongue against her tight as fuck entrance, groaning when I feel her little hole pulse and release a shot of cream into my mouth.
Kienna lets out a pained cry as she rubs her cunt against my face, coating me in her juices.
That’s my tipping point. Knowing she marked me, that she’s as desperate and needy as I am, and that I’m the only one who can satisfy her, has me ridding myself of the last piece of clothing between us in a split second.
My greedy girl whimpers and reaches out for me as I crawl up her sexy as fuck body. I groan when I feel her delicate fingers trail over my shoulders, my chest, my abs, then lower. Resting my forehead on hers, I hiss out a breath when she wraps her hand around my cock and strokes me up and down.
“Fuck, Kienna. You feel so good, baby. So damn good.” I let her touch me and explore what now belongs to her. She shocks the hell out of me by guiding me to her entrance and rocking her hips. My eyes snap open, and I groan when I see her gaze burning with lust.
“Atlas?” she asks tentatively, her voice not matching up to the pent-up need in her eyes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m…I’m a virgin.”
I figured she was, but damn, I like hearing those words on her lips. “I fucking love that I’m your first. It’s been over a decade since I’ve been with anyone. Nothing has ever felt like this, Kienna. No one has ever been this important to me. Do you trust me?”
“With all of me,” she says with a nod. I close my eyes and let her words wash over me. She wiggles her hips, making us both groan.
“Need me to show you what it means to be mine, Kienna?”
“Yes,” she whispers. Her eyes are blazing, barely containing the raging fire within.
I push just the tip of my thickness inside her tight as fuck hole. Her pussy spasms, massaging the head of my cock. “Need me to show you how much I love you?” I ask, pushing in just a little further.
“Please,” she moans, her fingers curling around my biceps as she spreads her legs open wider for me.
“Need me to make this pussy come? Need me to fill you up so you can fucking come all over me again and again?”
“Yes!” Kienna cries out, thrusting her hips up, taking more of me.
I grunt and pull out, swallowing down her whimpers before shoving my cock all the way inside of her tight little channel. I tear through her virginity, growling in feral satisfaction at claiming this woman as mine for all eternity.
“You did so good, Kienna,” I murmur, kissing the single tear that escaped.
“You too,” she whispers, making me chuckle. Kienna moans and her pussy flutters around me, coating me with more of her cream.
I pull out, looking down between us as I set a steady pace. “Look at us, Kienna. Fucking look at your little pussy stretching around me, taking my cock like a good girl.” I don’t know where these filthy words are coming from, but I can’t seem to keep them in my head. She doesn’t seem to mind.
Kienna whimpers and squeezes her inner muscles, making me growl as every part of my dick throbs in torturous pleasure.
“More,” she cries out, her lips seeking mine.
She totally owns this kiss, nipping at me and sucking my tongue inside her mouth as her pussy sucks my cock deeper, deeper, so damn deep.
I pull out and slam back inside her, swallowing down her cries. God, I can feel her channel stretch and clench around me as I pick up speed. Her legs wrap around my torso, her heels digging into my ass, urging me on.
“Fuck, Kienna. I don’t want to hurt you,” I grit out, though I don’t slow down. Not for a second. I keep hammering into her over and over, tilting my hips and scraping my cock along her front wall in search of…
“Atlas!” Kienna shouts and claws at my back, clinging to me as I tear her apart.
I can’t stop. I know I should slow down, but I don’t have control over anything anymore.
My hands slip under her back and slide up, my fingers curling around her shoulders, giving me more leverage to fuck that tight little pussy.
Every time I hit the end of her, Kienna jerks beneath me, letting out the sexiest whimper. I keep pounding into her as I bury my face into the side of her neck, sucking on her soft skin. I feel her entire body tighten around me, her muscles tensing, her pussy throbbing, pulsing, gushing for me.
I grunt with each savage stroke, more beast than man at the moment. I feel her breaking apart for me, her jagged cries and desperate moans growing louder by the second. She bows her back and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, sucking in a huge breath of air. Kienna freezes, tenses, trembles…
And then fucking shatters so beautifully for me.
Her cries of pleasure echo around the room as her cunt snaps around me over and over. I sit back and grip her hips, fucking myself with her spasming pussy. Kienna fists the comforter and thrashes her head back and forth as another orgasm rips through her body, leaving her breathless.
“Goddamn,” I snarl, shoving my cock deep inside her and staying still. I tip my head back and feel, just fucking feel every ounce of her pleasure ripple around me.
She’s still twitching and whimpering out the last of her release when I pull out of her and grab my dick, stroking myself roughly. The need to mark her is such a primal, caveman thing, but it can’t be denied. It won’t.
My orgasm slams into me, and I roar as I paint her tits and pussy with my cum. I grunt something unintelligible, squeezing my dick so damn hard as it jerks and empties more of my release all over her.
I'm about to collapse, but then my dirty fucking girl rubs my seed into her skin. She cups her breast, pinching her nipple as her other hand trails lower, gathering up my cum before she dips her fingers into her pussy.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, my body shaking with how turned on I still am, despite the intense, all-consuming orgasm I just had.
“Atlas,” Kienna cries out. “God, Atlas, I can’t stop, I can’t stop.” Christ, she fucks her own hand while I hover over her, taking in this goddess. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, all the breath leaving her lungs as she comes again.
I swat her hand away, sliding down her body and prying her legs open. Flattening my tongue, I lick her up and down in frantic, feral strokes before spearing my tongue inside her entrance, scooping out more of her cream.
Kienna winds her fingers in my hair, holding me still as she rubs her pussy against my lips and tongue. Her scream carves through the air as a fierce orgasm overwhelms her tiny body. I grip her thighs, pinning them down to the mattress as I drink down every last drop of her release.
I only stop when she goes completely limp. Looking up from between her legs, I see her head loll to the side as her chest heaves up and down. I crawl up her body, placing kisses on her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips.
Collapsing beside her, I drape my Kienna over my chest and hold her trembling body close. We’re both breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat as we cling to each other. I comb my fingers through her damp hair and place a kiss on top of her head.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I whisper, tugging on her hair slightly to tilt her head up.
“Hmm?” Kienna asks in a daze, her eyelids barely fluttering open as a sleepy, contented smile stretches across her lips.
I grin and kiss the tip of her nose. “Never mind. I’ve got you,” I murmur, tucking her head under my chin. I hold her for long moments, listening to her breaths slowly return to normal. This is my happy place, my sanctuary. This is what I will fight every single day to keep.