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Atlas’s hand wrapped around her throat, not to hurt but to tease, his grip just firm enough to send a shiver through her. She moaned softly, holding onto his hands, savoring the pressure.
"Answer me, baby," he commanded, his fingers pressing into her waist, his touch rough enough to leave marks, intensifying her pleasure as she tried to stifle her moans.
“Need me to ask again?” he murmured, his blue eyes cold and unreadable, though his actions betrayed his intent, his hands caressing her bare back.
“Y-yes,” Elara whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Yes, what?" he demanded, his hand sliding from her waist and slipping beneath her dress.
A gasp escaped her lips, turning into a moan as his fingers teased her most sensitive spot.
But she wasn’t one to be commanded. Before he could make her lose herself, she gripped his hand firmly, forcing his hold on her throat to relax.
“Don’t push your luck too much,” she warned, catching her breath as she met his gaze steadily.
"Tsk tsk, such a little brat I have here," Atlas murmured, stepping forward and pulling her close, her hands pressing against his chest. "Barely able to breathe, yet still giving me attitude."
He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
In his blue eyes, she caught a flicker of something different—softness, maybe even love. She didn’t want to assume, but his gaze felt warmer, almost tender.
And she didn’t like it one bit. His look made her feel vulnerable, weakening her resolve. She wanted to push him away, but her body refused to obey, as she was just melting in his embrace.
“I have a request,” Atlas said, his voice low, as Elara hummed in response, still a bit dazed.
“I’ve got something for you. Will you wear it?” he asked, a touch of hesitation in his tone.
“Let me see it first,” Elara replied, nudging him back slightly. “I’ll decide once I know what it is.”
“Alright, let’s head to the bedroom,” he suggested, and she nodded, trailing after him.
They stepped into the bedroom, and she took in the familiar view. It had been a while since she'd last been there, yet nothing had changed—except, perhaps, the sheets. The familiar scent filled the air, making her feel a bit giddy.
Memories flooded back, and she clenched her thighs to steady herself, trying to keep herself from dripping even before they had started.
She sat on the bed, watching Atlas rummage through the cupboard.
“How long are you going to take?” Elara asked, a hint of impatience creeping into her tone. She was feeling needy, and he was dragging it out.
“Just a second,” Atlas replied, finally pulling out a small bag and placing it on her lap.
Elara frowned, unzipping it, but her cheeks quickly flushed a deep shade of red as she took in the contents. Inside was a set of playful accessories—a delicate choker with a small bell, kitten paw gloves, a pair of soft cat ears on a headband, and even a sleek, fur-trimmed tail with an attachment.
Her heart raced as she looked back at him, wide-eyed. "Really, Atlas?"
He smirked, crossing his arms. “I thought you’d look purrfect in them.”
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Romance"Lower your voice, or I'll make sure you're moaning so much that only my cum will be spilling from your mouth, not words." He leaned in, his voice a dangerous whisper. She smirked, her eyes locking with his, full of challenge. "Is that all? I though...
