The Taste of Seduction

Atlas collapsed on top of her as they tried to catch their breath. Their ragged breath sounded in the quite room. He lifted his head and looked at Meredith, his blue eyes blazing with emotions.

Meredith's heart thudded in her chest. Maybe it was because they just had sex but she felt some inexplicable bond between them.

He traced his finger across her cheeks without saying anything.

"Wha-" Her words were interrupted when he crushed his lips to hers kissing her slowly as if he wanted his kiss to say the words his mouth was too afraid to say.

"I have always imagined how it would be like when I finally claim you as mine. I didn't think it would be this good. Thank you, Angel." He whispered and laid beside her staring at the ceiling.

Meredith smiled, "No thank you. You made all these years of waiting worth it."

Atlas turned to face her, lying on her side. He pulled her closer to him their nose touching each other.

"Now you're officially mine, just mine. I can't wait to teach you the kind of pleasure your body is capable of giving." He whispered pressing a soft kiss on her lips.

Meredith chuckled, "I will be a good student, Sir. Teach me all your ways."

Atlas laughed and nipped her ear, "Good girl." He winked at her.

"Wait here, I'm coming." Atlas said and lunged off the bed and disappeared to the bathroom.

Meredith smiled and closed her eyes. She remembered Atlas's touch, his lips, and the magical feeling of him inside her. It was the most wonderful feeling she has ever experienced.

Atlas came back a few minutes later. "Ready for a bath?"

Meredith nodded, "Yeah."

Atlas carried her from the bed and she blushed. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her into the bathroom.

He lowered her into the tub already filled with water and Meredith moaned as the water swirled around her.

Atlas crouched beside her and Meredith raised her brows, "What are you doing?"

"I'm bathing you." He murmured.

Meredith opened her mouth and stared at him. His expression was mischief although she didn't miss the fire flickering in his eyes.

"Why? I can bath myself."

"I know but I still want to bath you." He whispered, brushing his lips against the outer rim of her ears.

Meredith shivered and bit her lips.

"Wellcan you not stare at me like you want to devour me?" Meredith blushed and looked away. She was embarrassed to have him bath him but she didn't mind though.

"You're beautiful, I can't help myself." He grinned.

Meredith flushed as his heated gaze leisurely grazed every inch of her exposed skin. He made her feel so wanted it was crazy. Heat pool inside her already sore core.

Needing a distraction from his intense gaze, she played with the water avoiding looking at him.

Not hearing him move, she risked a glance at him and saw the amused glint in his eyes.

"What?" She rolled her eyes.

Chuckling, he pulled her close and trailed a dozen kisses on her face before pulling back.

"You're cute when you're shy." He said as he dipped his hands in the water and slowly rubbed and stroked along her shoulders and arms, cleaning and messaging her at the same time.

"No soap because I'm afraid it would sting." He spoke.

Meredith nodded.

He focused on helping her bath, his hands were so gentle as if she was an egg that would break if he didn't take care. After he was done, he wiped her dry, placed a kiss on her forehead and carried her back to the bedroom.

Meredith looked on the bed and stiffened. Her heart raced in her chest. She was a virgin, so why wasn't there any blood on the bed? Would Atlas think she was lying?

"Hey, what's wrong?" Atlas asked when he saw her paled face.

Meredith buried her face in the crook of his neck, "T-there is no bloodwhy-I"

Atlas chuckled and set her on the edge of the bed. He crouched in front of her and grabbed her hands.

"I don't know much about female anatomy but from what I remember it's perfectly normally not to bleed during your first time. There is nothing wrong with you, love. Don't worry. And I don't need some blood as a validation." He said and stood up, tousling her hair.

Trembling inside, Meredith slowly stood up and slipped her arms around his waist, burying her face against the warmth of his hard solid chest.

"Thank you." She murmured with her eyes closed.

"Hmmm. Let's dry your hair before you catch a cold."

Meredith pulled away and he walked towards his wardrobe picking a hair dryer and brush.

He started to blow dry her hair, massaging her scalp. After he was done, he picked a brush and gently stroked through her hair. She had a few tangles but he was so careful she barely feel any tugging or pain.

"What's your natural hair color?" He asked.

Meredith stiffened when she heard him. How did he know she had dyed her hair?

The brush paused in her hair as he waited for her answer.

"Blond." She murmured.

"I had long blond hair. It was so beautiful but I wanted to start over so I dyed it."

He nodded without saying anything.

The brush was replaced with his hands as he pulled her hair in a messy bun with the band on the night stand.

"Done" He kissed her hair with a proud look on his face.

Meredith had never been cared for by a man with such reverence. It thrilled her and scared her at the same time, because what if it ends?

"Sit in the couch. Let me change me the bedsheet."

Meredith followed his instructions. She watched him changed the bed sheet and a surge of emotions filled her hear.

It was terrifying but she knew she was falling in love with this beautiful and twisted man-- Atlas Martini. Whether she was prepared for it or not.. The heart always wants what it wants and hers was calling for him.