Page 152 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

A shaky moan escapes me, and my hands clutch at him, desperate for some kind of anchor. My thighs tremble, but his hands are there, steadying me, his grip firm enough to hold me in place without making me feel trapped.

"Atlas," I whisper, my voice trembling, but I don’t know what I’m asking for.

He hums against me, the vibrations making me shudder, and then his tongue flicks against a spot that has me gasping, my back arching involuntarily.

The sound that escapes me is one I’ve never heard myself make before — a mix of gasps and moans, high and breathless.

"Does it feel good?" he asks, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips brushing against me with every word.

"So good," I moan, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop."

His chuckle is dark, and I feel it more than I hear it as he presses another kiss to my folds.

"Good," he murmurs, and then his tongue is back, sliding between my slick folds, stroking and teasing with a skill that leaves me breathless.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Every movement of his tongue sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me, building a heat low in my belly that grows more intense with every passing second. He takes his time,alternating between long, languid strokes and focused attention on the bundle of nerves that has me trembling and gasping.

My moans grow louder, my body arching into him, desperate for more. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as he works, his tongue slipping lower to explore, to taste, and then back up to circle and tease until I’m a trembling, moaning mess beneath him.

"Atlas," I gasp, my hands finding their way into his hair. My fingers tangle in the soft strands, holding on as if letting go might send me spiraling. "I…I’m so close."

His response is a low, satisfied hum against me, and he doesn’t pull back this time.

Instead, he lets me take control, lets me move my hips against his mouth, grinding against him as the pressure in my core builds to an unbearable peak.

My breaths come faster, uneven, and shallow, and my vision blurs as I chase that feeling, that high that feels just out of reach.

His tongue is relentless, stroking and teasing and tasting in a way that makes my whole body feel like it’s on fire.

And then it happens.

The wave crashes over me, sudden and all-consuming, and I go still, my body trembling as the pleasure tears through me.

My mouth opens in a silent cry, my head falling back as every nerve in my body lights up, the intensity of it, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

"Atlas," I whimper, my voice shaky, my body quivering as the aftershocks roll through me. My hands tighten in his hair, my legs trembling against his shoulders, and I feel his grip on my thighs steadying me, grounding me as I come down from the high.

It’s not that I’ve never had an orgasm before. But this? It’s as though such pleasure evolved and is all-consuming. It’s not just the physical release — it’s the way his touch feels like worship,the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world.

When he finally pulls back, his lips glistening, his eyes meet mine, and the look in them steals the breath from my lungs. He enjoys licking his lips, as if my taste is the sweetest taste he’s ever enjoyed before he stands up, his hands sliding up my sides until he’s peering down at me once more. He doesn’t hesitate to lean forward, and presses a soft, lingering kiss to my lips, allowing me to taste myself in his mouth.

He deepens the touch; the two of us lost in a heated kiss as if we haven’t had enough of one another.

“Do you want to continue,” he whispers after he breaks the kiss.

“Yes,” I practically plead, allowing my eyes to show just how much I want him.Need him.Even if he can barely see the details, I feel as though he senses my desperation. How badly I want more of this thrilling connection to keep going without end.

“Our little goddess is learning how to ask for what she wants,” he hums in praise and kisses before tugging lightly on my bottom lip. “That’s my good Omega.”

Hearing him praise me drives me wild, my body humming in satisfaction as it feels like my slick is begging to slide down my thigh once more.

Atlas pulls back slowly, the deliberate grace of his movements keeping me grounded as I recover from the storm he just unleashed inside me.

His hands remain gentle as they slide along my waist, holding me upright. The sun outside is nearly gone now, its amber glow giving way to twilight, casting long shadows across the room.

He takes my hand in his, his warmth steady and reassuring, and leads me back inside.

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