Chapter 241: The Rain, The Thunder, and the Moan
[WARNING: THIS Chapter CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Ps. This time it’s real.]
Thunder roared in the sky, the wind beat violently against the houses and roofs, and lightning flashed every couple of minutes. But none of that mattered to either Lola or Atlas.
Her heart pounding in her ears was louder. Their deep, ragged gasps were louder. The buzz in her head was louder. Lips locked in a passionate kiss, breaths mingling between them, hands clutching at each other as layers of clothing fell to the dirty floor one by one.
Lola didn’t even know where she found the courage or why she was still conscious despite her current state. Was it because of the casual threats he had just thrown at her? Or was it simply her body craving what she had denied herself for more than three decades?
She had no idea. What she did know was that he was overpowering her. His intensity, the squeeze of his hands on her skin, every bite on her lips, neck, and shoulder, every tug on her hair—he dominated her as though he had dreamed of this moment a million times.
It was as though he wanted to break her.
And yet, even as her mind rang with alarms, screaming at the danger ahead, her heart made her hold on tighter. To clutch at him—be it his shirt or his bare torso. She didn’t even know how she ended up sitting on the edge of the old kitchen counter.
Doesn’t matter.
"Wait," she breathed, pulling her head back.
Her chest heaved as if it might burst, yet Atlas only trailed hot kisses along her neck and shoulder. Each one set her aflame, each breath against her skin making her shiver.
Her grip on his shoulders tightened until a sudden bite shocked her awake.
"Ah—" The sound slipped out as a whimper, only for him to press his thumb under her chin, angling her face toward him. The moment she did, his mouth captured hers again.
Lola had no idea how to kiss. All her research on the sensation, the look, the taste... none of it compared. Not that this was their first kiss, but this one was different.
The hunger. The tension. The way he unraveled her until he conquered. It was unlike anything else.
Her head spun, smothered by the kiss, until she nearly forgot the sting of his bites. Then, in the next instant, she felt the sudden snap of her bra unhooking, freedom replacing restraint.
"Wai—wait—" Her breath hitched as his hand cupped her breast.
Atlas did stop, just enough to look into her face. Panic and shock filled her eyes, as though she couldn’t believe what he was holding.
"What?" His half-lidded eyes blinked. His thumb pressed over her nipple, circling it lazily. "Feeling shy?"
Her mind blanked. She dropped her gaze to her body, and he pinched lightly. Her heart skipped, leaping to her throat.
He was touching her... and she was bare.
Though the room was dim, she realized she wore nothing but her laced thong, perched on his shirt beneath her. There might have been situations in the past, but this was the first time anyone had seen her in so little. She had never even worn a bikini in her life.
Now, she was practically naked, even the shadows couldn’t conceal her.
Atlas braced his hands on either side of her, stretching his arms as he leaned down.
"It’s pretty," he murmured, watching her eyes dart back to him.
A storm of emotions flickered in her gaze, too many to name. She flinched when he kissed the swell of her breast, then lifted his head, studying her before moving to her collarbone.
Unlike his earlier ferocity, he reined himself in; he started kissing her with deliberate care as if to comfort her, to coax her confidence. Each kiss made her clutch his shoulders harder, nails digging into his skin.
He kissed every inch, feeding her the courage she lacked to stand bare before him. And once her body eased, he bit her nipple gently, his tongue circling before licking it slowly, deliberately, and passionately. His other hand kneaded her opposite breast.
Lola shuddered, her thong dampening further.
Then he switched, kissing her other breast with the same passion as her lips. A faint moan escaped her, making him freeze for a breath before continuing. Aggression and restraint blended on his tongue until his fingertips brushed her inner thigh.
She jolted at the touch near her slit.
"Wait, not in there—" Her protest broke into a muffled sound as his mouth captured hers, silencing her while his finger pressed against her drenched lace.
"Mhm!"
A protesting moan vibrated into his mouth as his finger slid teasingly along her slit. Her thighs trembled, clamping together on instinct, but with him between them, he continued, gliding up and down with the lace as the only barrier.
"No..." she whispered when their mouths parted, her head dropping onto his shoulder. "A...Atlas..."
Her weak plea was like music to his ears. But he held back, letting her cling to him while he steadied his own breath. When he finally pushed her thong aside, his finger sank into wetness instantly.
"Very wet," he whispered against her ear, catching her hands and guiding them to the counter. "Hold here."
"Huh?" Confused, she looked up as he adjusted her posture. All she heard next was: "Just hold tight... and keep them spread for me."
Before she understood, he was already going down. Lola froze when she realized he was face-to-face with her most intimate place. She tried to close her legs, shame flaring in her chest, but he was ready. His hand pressed firmly on her leg to keep her open.
Atlas looked up, eyes locking with hers as if to taunt her. Then, slowly, he dragged his tongue from her entrance up to her clitoris.
Her entire body jolted.
"Ah!" A jagged cry tore from her throat as her hands flew to clutch his head. "Ahhh...!"
Her mouth hung open, her back arching as her feet pressed against his shoulders, her fingers clutching his hair in a desperate grip at the overwhelming sensation exploding from between her thighs.