I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Atlas POV

I didn’t even know where the fuck I was anymore.

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Somewhere between her legs, breathing like I’d run ten miles, my eyes fixed on her gorgeous, very much glistering core, and my heart? Punching out of my chest like it wanted to crawl into her.

“Fuck, Emery…” I whispered, letting my fingers trail down her inner thigh, slow and reverent. “You’re dripping…so goddamn beautiful.”

Her hips jerked at the sound of my voice, and I looked up, green eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide, lips parted. I could see the need all over her face. Desperation. Hunger. Like she’d fall apart if I didn’t touch her soon.

But I wanted to take my time. I wanted her to remember this.

“I’ve thought about this,” I admitted, my voice low and rough. “So many times. Thought about how you’d taste… how you’d sound when you fall apart on my tongue.”

Should I have said that? Hell no.

But I was drunk…too far gone to hold anything back. The words slipped out like they’d been dying to be free. And when she whimpered? Shit. It was so worth it.

Then her hand shot out, fingers tangling in my hair, yanking just hard enough to make me groan. I swear to God, I almost lost it right there.

“Atlas,” she gasped, voice breathy and cracked, like she was scared of what was coming but desperate for it at the same time.

I pressed a kiss to her hipbone. “You okay?”

She nodded quickly. “Just… don’t stop. Please.”

Fuck me.

If she begged like that again, I might lose it without her even touching me.

I dipped my head lower, kissing along the seam of her inner thigh. She was already shaking, breathing hard. My hands slid beneath her, holding her in place like I was anchoring her to this moment.

And then I tasted her.

Holy shit.

Sweet. Addictive. Better than any high

I groaned low in my throat as I moved my tongue again, unable to wait any longer, teasing, savoring her… The moment. I didn’t rush. I wanted to learn what made her moan, what made her thighs clench, what made her fall apart for me.

It didn’t take long.

Her fingers tangled tighter in my hair, hips rolling instinctively, er body already close. I kept going, circling, licking. sucking on her clit until her back arched, a loud cry tearing from her lips as she came.

But I didn’t stop.

Her legs jerked, thighs squeezing my face. I didn’t care. I was drunk on her sounds, her taste, the way she moaned my name

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like it was holy.

“One more,” I rasped against her. “Give me one more.”

“Atlas,” she whimpered, already breathless. “I…I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” I kissed the sensitive spot again, slower this time. Let me make you feel good again, Goldie.”

And I did.

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My tongue drew a slow lick on her folds. She shivered, still very much sensitive, then, with more pressure, finding that perfect rhythm that made her entire body tense under me, I licked hard like a kid tasting his favorite ice cream, unable to stop, my thumb moved, circling her clit.

“Yes…fuck don’t stop… just like that,” she said over and over …loud moans echoing in the room as she clenched on me. When her second orgasm hit, she cried out, “Fuck Atlasss”, legs trembling uncontrollably.

My name on her lips?

Fucking ruined me. That moan…gutted me. Broke me.

I came.

Just like that. No warning. No touch. Nothing. The second she moaned my name like it was the only thing she knew in the world, I fucking lost it. My hips jerked forward against the mattress, and I bit down a curse, forehead pressed to her thigh as I came hard in my pants like a goddamn teenager.

Chest heaving. Mind blank. Dick throbbing.

And still…still…I couldn’t stop tasting her….making sure I took every last bit of her beautiful juice….eating her like she was my new favorite meal, which, let’s be for real, she had easily become

She was shaking. So was I. When I finally looked up, her chest was rising and falling in broken waves. Her cheeks flushed. Her lips parted. Eyes dazed and glassy. Hair a damn halo on my sheets.

Fucking beautiful…if I hadn’t come earlier, I was certain seeing her in nothing but that black bra I now wished could rip off her and see does beautiful pink nipples that strained from the material…I would have definitely come again. My legs felt like jelly. My pants stuck uncomfortably to my skin, sticky, warm, embarrassing.

Shit.

I ran a hand through my hair, still tasting her on my tongue. My mouth was swollen. My jaw ached. My heart? Still racing like it hadn’t realized the moment was over. I slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I didn’t look in the mirror, didn’t need to see what a mess I was.

I came in my pants from going down on her.

No one had ever done that to me before. No one had ever made ne lose it like that.

But Emery?

God, she just had to breathe, and I unraveled. I cleaned myself as quickly as I could, ran cold water over my face, and tried to calm the storm still thrashing inside me. But it was no u. My body was high. My mind was gone. She’d ruined me. When I finally stepped back into the room, the dim light spilled cross the bed…my bed, and there she was.

Emery Collins.

Curled up on her side, wrapped in my blanket, cheeks flushed pak, lashes brushing her skin. The rise and fall of her chest was soft and steady, like nothing about tonight had been chaotic or insane or completely unplanned.

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