Atlas kissed her. There. Gently. His tongue soft against her c**t.
The girl gasped. But didn't pull away.
He continued. Slow circles. Gentle pressure. Listening to her breathing. Her small sounds.
Letting her guide him with her hand in his hair.
Not taking. Not using. Serving.
On his knees. At her feet. Where the beast couldn't rise. Couldn't take over.
Because down here, he wasn't powerful. Wasn't in control.
Down here, he was hers. And that made him safe.
He worked her slowly. Building her back up. His tongue gentle. Patient.
The girl's breathing quickened. Her thighs trembling.
"Atlas," she whispered. His name. Grounding herself with it.
"I'm here," he said against her. "I've got you. Let go. It's safe."
He increased pressure slightly. Rhythm steady. Giving her what she need
