𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃 | CHAPTER NINETEEN ( THE CHEATER AND THE USER )
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THE FEELING of something shuffling from underneath Wanda caused her to stir into consciousness. She let out a slight groan at the unwanted wakeup but kept her eyes closed in an attempt to go back to sleep.
However, just as she felt herself drifting off once more, the same feeling distracted her again. Wanda huffed in annoyance and leant over to the bedside table, and maybe if she wasn't so blinded by tiredness she would've actually noticed who she was leaning over.
But she didn't. Instead she just tiredly wiped her eyes and looked at the clock.
4 am.
Wanda felt her jaw clench slightly and she rolled her eyes. Compared to the others, she had always been a morning person. But 4am? Absolutely not. So whatever the fuck had caused her to wake up, she was about to—
Hold on.
That's when she suddenly became aware of something beneath her and looked down.
Atlas was lay on his back, sleeping soundly under the duvet, one arm resting under his head while the other was placed on his shirtless chest. Wanda blinked at the sight and slowly rolled from off him, back to her side of the bed.
She ran a hand through her hair and looked around the room, the discarded clothes on the floor only reminding her of the events that took place merely a few hours ago.
The more aware of her surroundings she became, the more awake she got, which only meant the more memories that flooded through her head.
She could practically still hear the sounds of their mixed moans in her ears, images of how she was completely at Atlas' will etched into her mind.
Wanda's mouth flung open as Atlas pulled her hips back towards him, thrusting himself inside of her with such force her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head.
She let out a scream-like moan, it partially being muffled due to the fact her face was pushed down against the mattress.
"F-fuck!" She managed to get out, clasping onto the sheets like her life depended on it.
One of his hands fell from her waist and moved up to her head, his fingers tightening in her hair. Atlas pulled her upright to her knees by her hair, her back now flush against his front.
It wasn't too harshly that it would hurt her, but he wasn't exactly being gentle either.
Wanda's hand slid onto the back of his neck and she turned her head to the side, her lips crashing against his in an attempt to block out any sounds that came tumbling from her lips.
