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~Darlina's POV~

After I finished showering, I exited my bathroom to find something to wear and squealed when I saw that Atlas was already in my room, just sitting on the edge of my bed by himself. At least my bedroom door was closed, I guess, but that didn't change the fact that I only had on a towel in front of him!

"What are you doing in here?!" I asked, keeping my voice to a whisper yell as I spoke, utterly flustered. He lifted his head and I shifted nervously as he unabashedly trailed his gaze up and down the length of my figure, lingering on every curve. "Fuck's sake," He cursed beneath his breath as he looked at me, his tongue flicking out across his bottom lip. "Where are your clothes at?" He muttered.

I bit the inside of my cheek and clutched my towel around me tightly, scared that it might somehow slip off if I didn't hold it up. "I always get dressed in my room." I responded defensively, letting my gaze linger on him before I headed to my dresser to find something to put on. I looked at him over my shoulder and flushed as I saw his gaze was locked on my butt. "Don't look at me like that." I said quietly, flustered at the stirring heat I felt in my lower belly. The feeling was familiar to me and the look on his face was one I now recognized with ease, only serving to make my skin hot. We couldn't be doing this now.

Atlas flicked his eyes up to meet mine and a little smirk pulled at the right side of his mouth. "You expect me not to when you're in front of me with just a towel on?" He retorted, cocking an eyebrow.

My heart pounded as I just stared at him, unable to find anything to say in response to that, especially when he was still giving me that intense, heavy lidded gaze. He rose from my bed and I clutched my towel tighter against my chest as he approached me, backing me against the edge of my dress that was behind me.

He dragged his gaze down over my neck as he stopped in front of me, bracing his arms against the surface of my dresser on either side of my waist. I flushed when he ducked his head towards me, turning my face to the side to stare down at the floor, still holding my towel with a vice grip. There was no doubt that my face was likely red, and the heaving of my chest likely gave away the affect he had on me.

The weight of his gaze remained on the side of my face and I leaned back against the dresser more as his lips grazed my jawline, my legs almost shaking. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to steady my uneven breathing. "Atlas..." I whispered, placing a hand on his chest. He hummed questioningly into my ear, nipping playfully at my earlobe. "What is it, smalls?" He asked in a mutter. "Emmett's waiting on us." I reminded him, but he didn't seem to care because he began kissing down the slope of my neck and sucked gently at a spot near my collarbone. The heat between my thighs doubled and I clenched them together, chest heaving.

"And he can keep waiting." He responded carelessly, proving my suspicions correct. He most certainly didn't care that Emmett was waiting.

I opened my eyes, trying to focus enough on anything but the feeling of his lips on my skin and the close proximity between us, and opened my mouth to speak. Right then, one of his hands grasped my waist, right near the open edge of my towel, and I gasped. The warmth of his touch seemed to burn through the fabric of the towel, making me hotter.

His other hand reached around and squeezed my butt, the shortness of my towel causing his fingers to curve slightly beneath it and into my flesh. It caused me to dig my nails into his bicep as I clutched at it, whimpering in surprise at the strong ache of need building between my thighs. "Fucking perfect." He praised huskily, smoothing his hands over my towel-covered curves. He stood straight and peered down at me, eyeing my flushed face before trailing his gaze downwards over my heaving chest.

"W-We should..." I tried to put a stop to this before it could get to far, but I struggled to fully get the words out, too pulled in by his touch. He cocked up an eyebrow and trailed one hand around to my front, surveying my reaction as it brushed against my covered breasts. "Should what, hm?" He asked. "Stop?" He suggested the word as if he knew it was lingering in the back of my throat, but now that he was suggesting it, I shuddered at the idea of him stopping.

Atlas' fingers teased the bottom of my towel, fingers flirting just beneath it to brush along my inner thighs. "Is that what you want me to do, Lina?" He asked, glancing from my eyes down to my mouth and back up again.

And though I knew I should've done the opposite, I gave a weak shake of my head. "N-No." I stammered softly. "Please don't stop." I begged, and his lips tugged up into a playful smirk at my words.

My knees weakened as his long, tattooed fingers curved under the towel's edge and gently stroked between my folds, causing my head to lull back at the pleasure that rocked through me. I shuddered and peered up at him as I whimpered, absentmindedly spreading my thighs just a bit wider while he played with the sensitive bundle of nerves. Still clutching at my towel, I felt his free hand slide down my back, resting at the bottom of my spine where the heat of his hand remained as he pulled me closer.

"You gotta be quiet this time, Lina." He told me in a murmur, suddenly sinking a finger into me. I jerked in surprise, squeezing the life out of his bicep at the new sensation. "O-Ow." I whimpered, earning an apologetic look from him. "Sorry." He said softly, kissing my lips slowly, deeply as he rubbed my clit with his thumb and simultaneously eased his finger in and out.

I could feel myself growing wetter, dripping off his fingers and causing his second finger to slip inside with more ease than the first. The feeling was new but I shuddered as he curled his fingers into me, simultaneously rubbing back and forth over my sensitive bundle of nerves until my legs shook. A shaky moan left me as I clung to him, leaning back against the dresser for support. "Shh. Stay quiet, remember?" He shushed, and I whined, burying my face into his shirt to quiet any noises that slipped out.

He pulled me into him and left my clit alone to begin to thrust his fingers into me a little faster, causing a gasp to leave me. I moaned into his chest and he chuckled softly. "Not so good at keeping quiet, are you?" He teased, stroking his long fingers against a sensitive spot that just made me moan again in response, my thighs shaking.

"Oh, god, Atlas." I gasped out breathily, digging my fingertips into his muscular bicep. It seemed to spur him on because he growled softly, now beginning to target that specific spot without giving me a break, causing my eyes to roll back. "You gonna cum for me?" He asked, the muscles in his arm flexing beneath my hands as I nodded eagerly. "Yes. D-Don't stop." I whispered shakily, barely able to keep a hold on my towel with just one hand. His fingers stroked against that spot once, then twice more and it was upon the third time that I broke, harshly biting on my bottom lip to keep quiet as I came undone.

Legs shaking, I leaned into Atlas' chest and felt him slip his fingers from between my legs, lifting them to his mouth to suck them clean. My face burned at the action and I felt something hard push against me as I stepped closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. Rather quickly I realized what it was, causing me to glance down both curiously and nervously. "Um," I cleared my throat shyly. "Should I touch you, too?" I asked, peeking up at him.

Atlas' eyes flashed with heat and he clenched his jaw, looking tempted by my question. "No." He responded, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion. "Why not?" I frowned.

"Because if you start touching me, I'm not going to leave this room with you any time soon, smalls." He hummed, the edges of his lips twitching up into a smirk when my eyes widened and I quickly looked away, clutching tighter to my towel as I realized what he meant.

Chuckling, he stepped away from me, mirth in his eyes as he scanned his gaze down my figure one last time. "You should get dressed, hm? I'll be out with Em." He said, leaving me slightly dazed still as he left my room, silently shutting the door behind him. I huffed and leaned back against my dresser, chest still heaving and the weakness left behind in my knees reminding me of what had just happened.

I shook my head, blushing, and quickly got dressed as I tried to make myself look as put together as possible