Aveline's toes curled, as his finger found her sweet spot.
She screamed into the ceiling, calling out his name.
Her reaction shot straight to Atlas head, and slowly, he began moving his head downward.
"I need to taste you, Aveline," he said with a rough voice, as he pushed her night dress higher so he could see clearer.
"Then do it," she breathed heavily.
"Not yet my angel," he laughed as he kissed her thighs.
Aveline's body squeezed and jerked, as a need strong and primal, took a hold of her.
Her hands went to the back of his head, and she gently pressed it down.
Atlas amused, and intrigued, smiled. "We'll get there," he said.
"No! Now!" She twisted with the pain and pleasure from being edged.
"Now?" Two fingers went into her, and she moaned.
The fingers came out just as her body was getting into the rhythm of things again.
She opened her mouth to scream in frustrated protest, when his tongue dove in.
Aveline gasped.
