Page 154 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

He looks up at me, his eyes searching mine. "Are you ready?" he asks softly, his voice low and steady, grounding me even as my heart races.

Before I can answer, his fingers find me, stroking gently along my folds, gathering the slickness there.

The touch is exploratory, careful as if he’s mapping every reaction, every gasp and shiver. He slides one finger inside me, and I gasp, the sensation both strange and wonderful. He adds a second, stretching me slowly, and I moan, my head falling back against the pillows.

He works me gently, his fingers curling and stroking in a way that has my toes curling and my breath coming in ragged pants. My slick coats his hand, and I know he’s doing this on purpose —preparing me, stretching me, making sure I’m ready for what’s to come.

When he finally pulls his fingers free, leaving me trembling and on the brink of release, he asks again.

"Are you ready?"

This time, I nod, my voice failing me as I watch him.

He sits back slightly, his hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking himself slowly. My eyes are drawn to the bead of precum pooling at the tip, and it hits me just how much he needs me, too.

He’s just as desperate for this as I am.

Atlas positions himself at my entrance, the head of his shaft nudging against my slick folds, and my breath catches. He’s so much larger than anything I imagined, and the anticipation alone sends a shiver racing through my body.

His gaze finds mine, steady and grounding, and his hand comes up to cup my cheek.

"Relax, little Goddess," he murmurs, his voice soft but firm. "I’ll take care of you. Let me know if it’s too much."

I nod, my fingers clutching the sheets beneath me as I try to focus on the soothing cadence of his voice.

Slowly, so slowly, he begins to press forward. The stretch is immediate, my body resisting the intrusion at first, but Atlas is patient.

He doesn’t rush, moving inch by inch, watching my every reaction as he fills me.

When he reaches a point of resistance, I tense instinctively, a faint whimper escaping my lips. He stills, leaning forward until his face is close to mine, and his lips brush against mine in a tender kiss.

"Relax for me, Nyx," he whispers against my mouth, his free hand sliding up to cup my breast. His thumb grazes my nipple,sending a jolt of pleasure through me that momentarily distracts me from the discomfort. "You’re doing so well. Just breathe."

I close my eyes, focusing on the feel of his mouth on mine, the warmth of his hand as it kneads my breast.

My body softens under his touch, and when he begins to move again, inching past that barrier, I gasp at the sharp sting that follows.

Pain blossoms briefly, but it’s nothing like the agony I’ve endured in the past. This is different—more heat than hurt, more pressure than pain.

Atlas doesn’t stop kissing me, his lips moving with an urgency that keeps me anchored in the moment. His hand on my breast is gentle, his touch deliberate, and it’s enough to distract me, to make the burn manageable.

"You’re perfect," he murmurs, his voice low and strained as he slides deeper. "So tight, so warm… You’re incredible, my little goddess. My sweet, Nyx."

His praise sends a rush of warmth through me, and I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips despite the ache.

Inch by inch, he takes me, his movements unhurried and precise, until he’s fully seated inside me. My body quivers at the intrusion, the fullness almost overwhelming, and I moan, my head falling back against the pillows.

Atlas stays perfectly still, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths as he gives me time to adjust. His forehead rests against mine, and his voice is a strained whisper when he speaks.

"You’re amazing, little Goddess. Giving me the privilege of being your first…I’ll never take it for granted. I promise I’ll always make you feel good, just like I will now."

The sincerity in his tone makes my chest tighten, and I nod, my hands gripping his shoulders as I cling to his words. Hekisses me again, slow and deep, and when he pulls back, his amber eyes meet mine.

"I’ll take it slow," he says, his thumb brushing over my cheek. "I won’t move too far or too fast. But if you need me to stop, you say the word, and I will. No questions asked. Do you understand?"

I nod, unable to find my voice, and hum a soft "mhmm" in response. His lips curve into a small smile before he leans down to kiss me again, and this time, there’s more heat, more fire in the way his mouth moves against mine.

When he begins to move, the sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He pulls out slowly, almost entirely, before sliding back in, his movements careful and deliberate.

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