Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,54
his mouth touches me between my legs, my hips buck at his warmth. He chuckles but holds my hips in place, and pretty soon, I have completely forgotten about why I hate Atlas, and instead want him to keep moving.
He does so without any encouragement from me, and I enjoy every second of it.
His mouth does this thing to my clit that has my hips bucking, and he has to grip me harder to keep me in place. No man has ever done this to me, and I have never felt this way before.
Everything about Atlas has my heart pounding in my chest, and my body reacting to his touch. Then I start second-guessing and doubting my behavior, when I know my reactions don’t match my constant feelings of loathing for this man.
My hands grip the couch, and soon my body is shaking as an orgasm like I have never had rips through me. With my eyes squeezed shut and my lips glued together, I don’t want my scream to break through.
“You can scream. I like it when you scream.”
I’m too busy riding my own wave to pay Atlas any sort of attention.
My hips are pulled forward, and my eyes spring open as he hovers above me, his cock in hand as he positions himself at my entrance.
When he looks at me with those stormy amber eyes, I think right then I’ve fallen in love. But then I realize it’s just fantastic sex and snap myself right out of that shit.
Before I can second guess myself, I pull him down, and he smirks before he kisses my chin and slowly works his way down to my neck while he slides into me. My breathing halts for a few seconds when he bites my nipple. Once he’s fully seated, I start to move with him, my legs wrapping around his waist and my nails digging hard into his back.
Atlas Hyde fucks me like he does with everything in his life.
With determination, strength, and a passion that is only reserved for things he loves.
Pity I am not one of them.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Theadora
Atlas is asleep, and I am wide awake as he lies next to me on my couch with his arms wrapped around me and our bodies close to one another. We didn’t speak after the fantastic sex, because what is there to say? ‘Thanks for the sex and the mixed feelings you give me, you can leave now.’
Gosh, what have I done?
He moves slightly next to me, and I try to move out of his grip, but he holds me even tighter. Gripping me to him even more as he sleeps.
Atlas is a man who shows next to no emotion. But when you do get a glimpse of those very few other emotions—not the usual anger—you get lost in soaking it all in.
“Atlas,” I say his name, hoping he will wake. I do not plan to lie here, not when all I can think about is what he just did to me and how much I damn well enjoyed it.
His arm that’s wrapped around me has a tattoo of a girl licking a gun. I lift it, but he won’t let me move it.
“I said… I was staying,” he says. “So… I’m staying.”
“I need to move, Atlas. I have to use the bathroom.”
He grumbles something in my hair and lifts his arm reluctantly. Pulling away from him, I stand and head to the bathroom to clean myself up and brush my teeth, then change into an oversized T-shirt before I walk back out. When I do, I find him in the same spot, his eyes are closed, and a soft snoring sound leaves his mouth. I sit on my other couch and tuck my feet under my ass and stare.
“Theadora,” he mumbles. One eye opens, and he jerks his head back for me to come over to him.
“That isn’t a great idea,” I reply. “Maybe I like it better when you get all moody and leave.”
“I don’t do moody,” he declares, turning on his side and rubbing his face. “Fuck, I’m tired.”
“I need a run,” I tell him. He sits up and looks at me. “Go run, I’ll get something for dinner.”
“What if I want you to leave,” I ask, then bite my lip.
Atlas stands, completely naked in front of me, then stretches his hands above his head.
Fuck! That body.
“You don’t want me to leave,” he says, turning and not even bothering to cover himself. His ass is in full view, and