I felt his tongue on the skin of my neck first before I felt his lips. He sucked without piercing my skin. I remained frozen beneath him. Atlas fingers tightened on my shoulders and I felt him pressed me further into the mattress.

"Scent me?" My voice came throaty and needy.

Atlas groaned and used his knees to spread my legs apart. A second later, he nestled his erection over my heating core. It throbbed upon contact.

"I'm going to bite you all over, Ophelia. So, no part of your body is left untouched. Until your entire body reeks of my scent."

I fought the needy haze that fogged my conscience, but the second I felt him shift his focus from my neck and trailed kisses down the middle of my chest, I lost the will to think.

Atlas pulled back my robe and one of my breasts bared itself for him. I looked at him from beneath my eyelashes and saw the hungry look in his eyes.

"Fuck, Ophelia," he rasped and closed his eyes. Atlas pressed his forehead against my forehead and hissed through his teeth. His hands wrapped around the crook of my shoulder and neck.

Not even a second later, he captured my lips. It was bruising and voracious. I felt his fangs poking into my lips.

"I don't know. The first time you bit me, I fainted." I murmured the second he broke our kiss. Both of us panting at this point. The sexual tension between us was electrifying. It sizzled and sparked in all kinds of directions. I could feel him all over my body.

He panted a laugh. "You'll be fine."

Atlas's hand moved to cup one of my breasts in his hand. His thumb rolling my nipple around before squeezing it. I inhaled at the erotic sensation. My body arching at its own accord.

"You like that?" he leaned down to bite down on my nipple.

It was my turn to hiss in pain, but my hands tangled into his hair and my back arched higher. One of his hands moved lower to grasp my waist while the other fondled my other breast.

After biting, Atlas sucked on my nipple and expertly used his tongue to lap at my nipple. I moaned and wrapped my legs around his waist.

It felt amazing, and the ache between my legs grew. I wiggled and begged for some friction. Luckily, Atlas was kind enough to move his hand from waist to the junction between my legs. Sliding a finger between my wet folds and then circling my clit.

"Oh," I breathed.

He released my nipple, and I felt his fangs graze the side of my breasts before he sank his fangs into my skin. At the same time, he pinched my clit, and I cried out as an unexpected orgasm hit me. Wave after wave. I felt like my entire world was spinning and I'm falling from the sky.

When I came down from my orgasms, his mouth had sought my other nipple. Performing the same actions. The man knew what he was doing. Every flick of his tongue made my inside clenched in anticipation.

His finger slipped between my wet folds again before dipping inside. I bit my lips and writhed beneath his weight.

"You're so fucking wet, witch." Atlas released my nipple with a pop.

"Faster, please." I wiggled my hips.

"Like this?" He increased his speed. Dipping just not one, but three. I cried out and nodded my head. Words were stuck in my throat.

"Fuck," he muttered hoarsely. I looked at him from under my lashes and noticed him looking at me, falling apart beneath him.

It didn't take long before I felt another orgasm coming. I whimpered and tightened my walls around his fingers.

Atlas seemed to know that I was nearing the end because he dipped his head and bit down above my other breasts. Another orgasm came crashing through me. I cried out louder than before. This one took longer for me to return, and I felt like it took everything from me.

When I came down, I was completely tired and exhausted. My muscles were lethargic, and I was breathing so hard.

"I'm not done."

I shook my head and tried to push him off me—or at least tried to shake him off me.

"Atlas, I can't."

"You can, and you will," he argued before leaning down to fasten his lips on mine. I felt how hard he was.

His swollen erection and pressing up against my core. Instead of feeling scared, my insides throbbed, and I wiggled my hips. The feel of his hard erection rubbing against my wet core was enough to send another new sensation through my body. We both shivered.

Atlas broke the kiss. He moved his hands to either side of my head and balled the cloud-like comforter beneath me. Rocking his hips, he provides enough friction to have us both throwing back our heads and moaning. He did it again and again. The rocking was hitting my clit in all kinds of places. I couldn't stop myself.

"More, Atlas. Fuck, please, give me more. Harder," I begged in a needy voice.

He slowed his action and lazily circled his hips. I shook my head and clawed at his backside. My hands moved to squeeze his butt and pushed him against my body. Even though he was still fully clothed, I still could feel every inch of his hard body.

"You're such a brat, Ophelia," he growled.

I nodded my head.

"You like being bad?"

"Very bad. I like it very bad," I pleaded.

"Damn it, Ophelia. I want to fuck you so bad. I want to feel your walls clench around my dick. I want you screaming my name while I ram and use your little pussy till I cum. You want that, don't you, Ophelia? You want me to fuck you so hard that your eyes roll back and your needy little pussy is throbbing."

God, he was so dirty, but it turned me on even more. I didn't even know I liked this kind of dirty talk. The men I slept with weren't as dirty mouth as he was and I found it turned me on even more.

"Please, Atlas," I begged.

"Kiss me, Ophelia," he demanded.

My eyes opened, and I looked at him. His crimson eyes were dark and filled with possessive lust. I moved to grasp the back of his neck before bringing him down to kiss. In the kiss, I told him how much I needed this. How bad I was and if he was willing to dry hump me hard, I'll be a good little girl for him.

He feral growled and rocked his hips harder against my core. Immediate heat spreads and tingles through my entire body. I tried ripping my lips from him to cry out, but he wouldn't allow it. His kiss returned just as bruising as he rocked us both to the edge.

I hiked my legs higher around his waist. It created a whole new sensation between us. His kisses swallowed every moan and cry. He took everything.

When I felt my orgasm coming, I tightened my legs around his waist. He seemed near too as his grunts became more painful. His rocking became more erratic and fast. When I couldn't take it anymore, I ripped my lips away from his and screamed his name loudly. However, that wasn't enough. He ripped his lips from mine and sank his fang into the crook of my neck once again. And as quickly as the first orgasm came, this second one came at full force. I was shaking so badly at this point. He released a loud groan and his motion became jerky. The smell of my blood protruded into the air.

Atlas collapsed on top of me. His face was still in the crook of my neck as he breathed in my scent. I felt his lips and breath brush up against my sweaty skin. He was heavy, but I couldn't move. My entire body felt like an out-of-body experience.

"I'm not done," Atlas breathed, still panting.

"No, Atlas, I can't," I protested, and shook my head weakly.

He lifted his head to look at me. My blood stained his lips and chin.

"If they come to me, I can just tell them I'm yours. I can't handle it anymore. I'm so tired," I moaned.

"This isn't enough." Atlas's eyebrow furrowed while he pinched his lips.

"It is enough for me." What am I saying? I should take all the orgasms this man will give, but my body was overly sensitive. I don't know if I could have another orgasm.

"You bit my breasts and my neck. Anyone within five feet of me could smell or see that I was yours. If you insist on more, then might as well put a collar around my throat with your name on it."

He was actually considering my idea. Eyes widening, I shoved him off me. I scrambled to the other side of the bed and pulled my robe back around my body. My core was still throbbing from all those orgasms.

He fell back but moved to lie on his side. He had taken off his suit jacket and was only wearing a black dress shirt and black pants. His dress shirtsleeves were rolled up to his elbow.

My eyes traveled down his body and stopped at his crotch. His erection was still hard and evident. I couldn't help but feel flustered all of a sudden. Averting my eyes, I hopped off the bed and hastened my footsteps to my luggage.

"You said we are sharing the same room? I would have thought that traveling would include my own room."

"It is too dangerous for you to be on your own," Atlas said from behind me.

"Did you forget I am 300 years older than you? Why am I being treated like I'm a delicate person?"

"I am just ensuring your safety, even if you are an old croon."

"An old croon that you just dry humped." I heard him scoff behind me.

"Do you always like to talk back? Should I bend you over one knee and slap you ass red?"

I pretended to consider his question while laying the luggage on the marble floor. "That sounds fun. Maybe tomorrow night when my pussy isn't throbbing from all those orgasms."

I heard his sharp inhale behind and my lips curve into a smile. It sounded like he didn't move from his current location on the bed. I turned around to find him sitting up on the edge. He leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees. A small, dark curl fell over his forehead as he leaned forward.

"Pick something formal. Lazarus has invited us for dinner tonight. The dining room will be filled with some of his important captains."

"Will anybody else be there?" I looked through my luggage.

There weren't many options to choose from, as the clothes I have were given to me by Atlas. I picked a deep green off-shoulder top and paired it up with a pair of black skinny pants. I grabbed a pantie and stood up.

"Silas will join us. I'm going to take a shower before we head down. Don't leave without me, Ophelia." He stood up and walked to the bathroom.

"Are you taking a hot or a cold one?"

"Why don't you join me and I'll let you know." I looked at the wall-length mirror that was across the room from me and saw that some bloodstained my body.

"I'm a bloody mess."

Atlas halted at the entrance of the bathroom. His eyes turned to me and they burned again with the familiar domineering glare.

"Leave it, Ophelia."

"Weren't you the one who told me to take a shower with you?"

He sighed and scrubbed his face. I pitied him and drop the subject.

"Go shower. I'll be here!"

A moment later, he disappeared into the bathroom, but he left the door wide open. He didn't trust me to not leave. Leaving the door open, he could still hear me move around the room. Sighing, I got dressed because after all those orgasms, I needed to eat.