Chapter 143: I Can’t**
Atlas gulped hard, unable to tear his eyes away from Ezme. She was so alluring and beautiful that he couldn’t deny his desire for her. She had been unknowingly torturing him for a few nights now, and he didn’t know how much longer he could resist her.
He stood frozen, his eyes burning with desire. He was dangerously close to losing control. Ezme got up from the bed and began to undress him.
"Relax," she whispered in his ear. But how could he possibly relax? He stood naked before her like a statue, his arousal evident.
She kissed his lips, and in that moment, all restraint crumbled. Atlas pulled her closer, kissing her hungrily. He indulged in her supple lips, savoring their sweetness as he explored her mouth with his tongue.
His hands roamed over her soft skin, memorizing every curve and contour of her body. She was cold to the touch, but she ignited a fire within him that he couldn’t ignore. He caressed her bare skin, his touch gentle yet urgent, tracing every inch of her body until his hands settled on her round, firm breasts.
Atlas was breathless when he finally released Ezme’s lips, trailing kisses down her jawline and along her neck. He licked and suckled every inch of her skin, marking her as his own with passionate fervor.
Ezme couldn’t contain her soft moans as Atlas’s lips found her hardened peaks. His tongue danced over her sensitive flesh, and she felt her body melting under his touch. It was as if he was nursing on her nipple like a newborn, while his hand skillfully teased and caressed her other breast.
"Atlas," she lovingly called his name, feeling a wave of desire wash over her. He gently guided her onto the bed, and she eagerly complied, sinking into its comforting embrace. As his lips continued their journey downwards, Ezme held her breath in anticipation.
She gasped as he licked her belly button, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With his hand now between her thighs, she felt herself growing wet with desire.