She wasn’t speaking.Wasn’t saying his name.Wasn’t…
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.
He froze.Body rock hard, Atlas looked down at her.
“Don’t youdarestop,” she snarled.“I’m too close.”
Fuck, yes.Yes.
He pounded harder and felt her contractions around him.Heard her gasp and moan.Loved the press of her nails into his skin.
Her core squeezed him.His orgasm slammed into him.He held her hips tightly, sealing them together as he poured out his release.
Can’t lose her.
Won’t.
No matter what it took, he would not lose Lily.
ChapterTwenty
He ditched the condom.Brought a warm cloth and pressed it carefully between her thighs.Atlas was aware of her gaze on him the entire time, but he didn’t speak.Neither did she.
He was too busy trying not to fuck her a third time.
She has to be sore.Show a bit of restraint, you asshole.
And she…why was she so silent?Had he hurt her?Hell, no, he would never want to hurt her, but he’d been so hungry, so lost to need and to the desire that she unleashed within him.
He turned away, still feeling the weight of her stare on him.He ditched the cloth in his bathroom and returned to the bed as quickly as he could.He turned off the lamp, plunging them into darkness.
“What are you doing?”
Not fucking you.I am not fucking you again…yet.“Getting ready to sleep.”His eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness, as they always did.
She sat up in bed.“I can’t stay here.”
His chest ached.“Did I disappoint you?”If she told him the sex had beenfine,or, worse, if he’d hurt her?—
“I can still feel you on the inside.”
Atlas stilled.
“I can feel you in me.On my skin.I can still taste you.I feel like every part of me is marked by you.”
He froze in place.“I can feel you.Tight and hot around me.”Yeah, this was not helping his dick to calm down.Quite the opposite.“I can taste you.I have your sweet scent burned into my memory.”Then, to be clear, “There is no part of me that does not belong to you.”
“It was…just sex.”The rustle of the bedding.
“Is that all it was?Because it felt like more to me.But maybe that’sfinewith you.”
She jumped from the bed.Eliminated the space between them.Her hands flew out and wrapped around his arms as she held him in the dark.“You know it could never be justfine.I couldn’t breathe.I couldn’t think.I could only feel, and I’ve never, ever in my life felt so truly alive as I did…with you.I never knew anything could feel that good.I never wanted the pleasure to stop.I wanted to keep making love with you all night long.”
Making love.
He told himself it was just semantics.A word choice.She didn’t mean it.They had been fucking.Rough, hard, intense…fucking.Making love—that was supposed to be tender and soft.Careful caresses and gentle kisses.
Not fucking her so hard the bed threatened to break.Not driving into her again and again when she had to be sore from the first time that he’d come inside of her.
