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29

ATLAS AXEL.

I met Styx's hypnotizing gaze, his green eyes a hue darker than usual. His eyes skimmed my face awaiting my answer.

My breath hitched at the thought of what I wanted, my brain raced for any possible thing I could want although I knew what I wanted.

"I want you styx." I said. Heat crawled up my face at the swiftness of lighting and times like this are what made me appreciate my skin tone even more.

Styx moved close to my face and placed a feverish kiss on my cheek. He is so sweet. I moaned when I felt Styx's tongue glide across my folds.

His teeth lightly grazed on my clit eliciting a moan from me and causing my legs to spread further open in their own accord.

Styx let out a groan of approval. I slid my hands to his hair holding him in place when his tongue plunged inside of me.

"Styx," I moaned, trying to muffle my moan by biting down on my lower lip.

Styx stroked my folds once more before repeating the action and pushing his tongue into me.

I moaned when he retracted his tongue, sucking on my clit. Styx pushed his tongue inside me again before retracting repeating his torturous actions.

I tighten my grip on his hair as I feel a naught forming in my stomach. As if sensing this Styx moves from my pussy to me.

His lips hover over mine before he whispers. "Taste yourself on me, tesoro," he says and I gather the courage to kiss him.

He kisses me back with the same passion, and lust he takes control of the kiss, as usual, I can taste myself on him and a combination of mint.

"You taste amazing baby," he whispers nipping at my earlobe. My heart flutters at the name.

Styx unbuttons his shirt slowly and I sit down kneeling on the bed and start helping him.

"Off" I command, referring to his trousers. A small smirk grazes his lips at my tone, his eyes turning even greener than they were before if possible.

His pants fall to his legs and he eases out of them and his socks and shoes. A shiver runs down my spine as I take in his figure in only his briefs.

Styx's body is sculpted to perfection, his gaze muscles flexing as he moves. He has a tattoo on his chest written in some words which I assume is in Italian.

I make a mental note to ask what it says later. Styx moves to the edge of the bed where I'm sitting.

His lips connect with mine biting lightly on my bottom lip which exploits a moan from me.

"Styx we can't."I whisper my voice hazy from the kiss. If Alessa and Mia hear me I will never get over the embarrassment.

"Alessa and Mia could hear us." I explain before he can think of anything else like him making me uncomfortable.

"The rooms' soundproof." Styx says, kissing my forehead. Without thinking I seal our lips kissing him with passion yet hungrily.

I trail my hand down his chest and moan lowly at the feel of his hard muscles. I move my one hand to his hair and the other one to his briefs.

I palm him lightly and he groans lowly. Styx breaks from the kiss and looks me in the eyes.

"Tesoro, are you sure you want to do this?" He asks with no emotion in his eyes but I know he's asking genuinely.

"Yes, I want to do this." I say confidently. Styx kisses my cheek before dragging his briefs down.

I gasp lightly at his size, his big heat crawls up my cheeks and I avert my gaze to his face. Styx is already looking at me smirking.