As she sat up, the blanket slipped off her back, revealing a large expanse of alabaster skin, her delicate butterfly bones enticingly visible.
Atlas Hallow lifted her and gently kissed her back, his tender kisses spreading bit by bit from her shoulders...
"Don’t..." Charlotte Miller lightly struggled, his kisses felt different from before, and the man behind her spoke in a voice as low and rough as gravel scraping a millstone: "It’s okay now..."
Initially, he was so cautious that he didn’t even dare indulge himself a bit, but today he didn’t want to hold back anymore.
His large hand slipped under the loosely draped blanket, slowly kneading her luscious curves: "Seems like they’ve gotten bigger..."
Murmuring complints, his hands unconsciously increased their force, pinching her tender nipples heavily between his fingers. Charlotte’s body trembled, unable to hold her bowl, as Atlas played with her soft, abundant chest with one hand and placed her half-eaten bowl on the table with the other, then tossed away the blanket covering her.
Charlotte watched as her fullness was kneaded in his hands, her milky skin nearly spilling out between his fingers, too shy to look, she bit her lip and squird, "Don’t...I haven’t showered... it feels uncomfortable..."
"I’ll help you." She usually liked to shower as soon as she returned from outside, but today she took a nap instead. Atlas carried Charlotte into the bathroom.
As the hot water sprayed from the shower, she stood weak and soft against him, letting him gently scrub her delicate skin with pink rose bath salts. Standing barefoot together only emphasized her petite figure.
Seeing her in this helpless state, Atlas carried her into the bedroom.
"Give it to ..." The man’s lips lightly brushed the soft skin of Charlotte’s nape, seemingly staking his claim.
"Mm..." Her body shivered as his warm kisses ignited her, face reddening with heat, her hand softly pushing against his broad shoulder, "Gentle..." She wasn’t sure what to do, reluctant to refuse yet fearing the wild look he might adopt.
Atlas’s powerful, burning hands slowly explored her body, his eyes darkened, fingers teasing her perfect curves. Sotis gentle caresses, sotis forceful kneading, he wickedly and agitatedly toyed with her soft breasts, thodically and assertively caressing her, preventing any resistance. Her alabaster fullness turned a tender peach pink, tempting him to bend down, engulfing her in his mouth, sucking fiercely.
Her body was more sensitive than ever, and Charlotte could only gently shake her head, breathing lowly...
His body was already on fire, insatiable, as he averted Charlotte’s face with bloodshot eyes and greedily claid her soft lips, his large hand gently pressing her head, long fingers entangled in her hair, his breathing growing heavier.
His onslaught was so fierce that Charlotte could no longer distinguish between his lips and tongue, his fingers. Her breaths filled with the distinct layers of his musky scent, almost hypnotizing her, its scorching heat igniting from her back to her chest, imprinting like flas on her skin, each touch causing her to shiver.
Charlotte lifted her eyes, long lashes wet with glistening tears, letting Atlas cradle her like a small baby, eyes dazed as she gazed at him, trembling slightly...
This man was an ultimate master, each kiss, each move enough to make a woman lose her senses.
Charlotte’s breathing ca shallow, her head tilted back, her supple white legs rubbing restlessly, as if flas burned between her thighs, too hot, too hard to endure, a searing sensation quickly rising from her lower abdon almost making her cry. Her current state felt so shaful because having a baby should stop her from indulging in pleasure, yet she couldn’t resist wanting...
Charlotte bit her own lips, suppressing the moan that nearly escaped, burying her flushed face in Atlas’s neck, feeling as if she were being overwheld by scorching waves, eyes dazed while the unusual sensation from between her thighs beca increasingly clear.
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