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MY EYES FLUTTERED OPENand I inhaled. Quickly, I sat up. The fact that I was on my stomach had flashes of that night hitting me hard. I gripped the sheets as I looked around, finding myself alone. My heart beat rapidly, hands shaking slightly.

I could feel my mother’s phantom blows on my back and I tried to find my grounding. But as it often goes when you first wake up, everything felt very hazy. The door opened and I instantly relaxed when I saw Atlas. His eyes widening slightly and then darkening in worry.

“Maya?” he asked, closing the door and approaching. Don’t ask me how I knew but the others were still up and talking downstairs, making me wonder how long I’d actually slept for.

I put a hand out wanting him closer. The massive man pulled me against him after he pulled off his shirt and shoes, getting into bed with me. My hands ran over his chest as my breathing calmed, his lips against my forehead as he seemed to surround me with warmth and stability.

“I woke up on my stomach,” I mumbled. “Sorry, I just got really freaked out.”

“You never need to apologize to me.” He ran a thumb over my lip before pulling my leg so that it was hitched at his hip and I was wrapped against him. My eyes closed and his sea salt scent surrounded me.

Sleep warred with me on and off as I tried to get comfortable. Atlas’s breathing was easy and relaxed, letting me know he was probably asleep. I turned, stretching out slightly. I closed my eyes in frustration, wishing that I could fall asleep. Wishing that I wasn’t scared of dreaming.

My pulse raced again wondering if my Dad was watching the house as I fought to sleep. If the media was still talking about my mother and what she did...I let out a small panicked sound.

Atlas’s chest produced a low rumble as I was tugged tightly into him, his lips against my neck as I tilted my head to the side. Loving the feel of his massive arms caging me against him. Making me feel stable. Safe.

As my panic subsided, another feeling took place and I began to squirm against him, feeling frustrated for an entirely different reason. Atlas’s teeth grazed my shoulder as he hardened against my lace covered butt. The oversized shirt I had on did absolutely nothing to hide how turned on I was. My nipples tightened to painful peaks as my center exploded with heat.

“Angel,” Atlas groaned, as I bit my lip hard, slightly tasting. His arms banded around me tighter. I wiggled again wondering just how hard he could get.

What?! Come on, I was curious!

“Fuck...” Atlas attempted to still my hips, but that only made me tip my head back and arch so that my neck was available to him.

I wanted his lips there. One of his large hands slid under the comfortable shirt material, up my waist and across my ribs before grazing my breast. A whimper came from my lips that I didn’t even attempt to stop. “Atlas,” I whispered as he brought the other hand down to play right along the edge of my panties.

I needed him to touch me and another small needy sound broke from my throat as I felt the air spark, his dragon jumping forward. I smiled, feeling a sense of victory crash through me. A squeak escaped as I was tugged on top of him, his massive frame underneath my much smaller one.

His dark eyes watched me as he pushed my shirt up and off, leaving me in barely anything as he growled looking over my frame, my nails digging into his firm chest. I rolled my hips slightly as his hands slipped from where they were on my thighs to grip my butt, my breathing hitching at the possessive hard grip.

“Angel,” His voice was rough and rumbly, “this probably isn’t a very good idea. My control is a bit lacking right—”

I kissed him, my lips meeting his in an explorative kiss as he tightened his grip on me to the point I wondered if it would bruise my skin. The oddest part was that it felt amazing. I loved how it felt and I felt needy, without his fingers sliding against my wet center. I needed something there...

“Atlas, please,” I begged softly as I pulled back, his jaw tight and eyes a bit wild looking.

“What do you need?” he rasped, his voice almost inaudible as if he was trying to hold back.

“You,” I murmured. I meant that. I squeaked as he flipped us and his fingers easily rolled down the material of my lace underwear, tension rolling through him as he cursed almost seeming in pain.

I shivered as he moved down my body, his hot breath against my wet center suddenly. I let out a soft moan as he inhaled, “Fuck, angel, you smell like heaven. I bet you taste like fucking sugar.”

“Atlas,” I squirmed as he rolled my clit gently under his fingers, “I want to taste you.”

His eyes heated, snapping up, as he offered me a dark smirk, “You sure, angel?”

Why did I feel like I was signing up for something more than I assumed?

“Yes,” I whispered.

Atlas let out a low growl, moving me so that my thighs framed his head. My chest aligned with his, facing away from him. My entire body broke out into goosebumps and I moaned as he ran his tongue along my slit.

“Oh shit,” I mumbled, my nails digging into his firm abs as my eyes ran over his dark sweatpants and the very obvious rigid line of his hard erection. For a moment I felt almost dazed, the feeling of his mouth on me was unbelievable. All I could do was cry out his name. I shamelessly arched forward, rewarded with his hot tongue dipping inside of me, making my legs shake as my climax tried to push forward and overtake me in a wave.

I pushed away the stupid clothes that covered his massive length in front of me and my eyes widened...holy crap, he was huge! Was that supposed to fit inside of my mouth? Oh wow.

Still, I found myself leaning forward, my tongue rounding the tip as he let out a near feral snarl. Something about his reaction spurred me to take even more of him inside of my mouth. I moaned around his length as he sucked on my clit, making my eyes flutter shut. I tried to take him completely in my mouth and throat, but gagged slightly, making him jerk forward as he groaned out my name. My hand wrapped around the base of his length, bobbing my head up and down, sucking on him and running my tongue along his ridiculously hard length.


Tags: M. Sinclair Reborn Paranormal