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When she looks at me, I don’t feel like a monster. I’m more than a bookie or a fighter or a man who can get things done. I’m just a man. Her man.

My eyes trail over her body, and I feel myself harden as I catch the look in her eye, all desire and love.

Fucking love.

Never thought I’d be one spouting that shit, but here we are.

I can’t vocalize that one yet; every time I’ve tried, the words catch in my throat. But I can’t wait to show her with my body.

“Make me yours,” she whispers as she shifts onto the bed, a sultry smile on her lips. My dick twitches as I lean over her, my huge frame dwarfing her petite one. Her hands roam my face and chest, cautious of the bandages. The extra care only makes me want her more, and I pull away with a grin, flipping her around so she’s on top of me.

She lets out a small shriek as I do so, until she rights herself straddling me.

“God fucking damn, you are sexy, woman,” I tell her as I grip her hips, pressing my hard-on into her. She moans lightly, wiggling above me with a giggle. I tug lightly on her shirt and she smiles, pulling the fabric up and over her head before reaching around to snap her bra open. Her boobs spring free, and I sigh in contentment, taking one of them in my palm.

The moon is full and through the window behind us; the moonlight illuminating her silvery skin. A fucking silver goddess, and she’s all mine.

My hands trace her skin knowing that tonight, I can savor this.

The first day we talked and slept, and for the first time in my life, Icuddled.Holding her felt so natural, and when she told me she felt safe in my arms, my heart could have fucking burst right there.

She confessed tearfully a bit of what Eli did to her, and though I know she won’t be permanently damaged, I didn’t want to push myself on her. When she told me, though, all I wanted to do was throw her down and claim her with my body. Erase every trace of that fuckface, and make sure even all her aches and pains were mine and mine alone.

I never knew I could be possessive or jealous, but with Kinsey, those emotions are amplified.

Now that I have her here, that I know she’s okay, I intend to make good on my claim of her body.

My cock strains against my jeans but I won’t release it yet. I need this to be about her right now. Be about her always.

I sit up and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a deep kiss that leaves us both breathless. Keeping her wrapped around me, I stand, turning so I can lay her back down on the bed. Her shy smile takes my breath away in response.

I pull my shirt over my head and get on my knees at the edge of the mattress, pulling her down toward me. For the first time, I’m grateful for the shitty floor bed; at least it will give me some fantastic angles.

Her hand reaches up to trace the side of my face, the scars there. I feel an unfamiliar tug of self-consciousness, though, I’ve never cared before and she certainly doesn’t.

“They almost glow in the moonlight,” she says in a soft voice, barely over a whisper. “So vivid, so beautiful.”

I don’t reply with words, instead leaning down to claim her lips once more. After a moment, my hands work their way into her hair, the beautiful silver that first caught my eye.

Our tongues clash, and she moans into me as I tug her hair tighter, and our kiss deepens. Releasing her hair, my hand runs down the length of her body, moving inward to the smooth expanse between her legs.

Her breath catches as my hand cups her, one finger reaching in to trace her folds. I move my fingers around to coat them in her juices, tracing through the folds until I find her clit and press down in firm, slow circles. I watch as her eyes turn dark and hooded before she closes them, her head falling back as she loses herself to my touch.

I use my other hand to lean down to adjust myself, not sure I’ll be able to last once the time comes.

Sex has never been a priority in my life. Most men lose their fucking minds if they go without it for days, but for me, it’s never been a problem. Not that I don’t enjoy it; who doesn’t love a good orgasm or a fucking blowjob, but I don’t get uptight the way some men do. With Kinsey, though, the want, the need, is taken to a new level. I could fuck her every day, all day, and never get sick of this fucking body or of how she responds to me.

“Atlas,” she moans, and I chuckle, pressing one finger inside her and never taking the steady pressure off her clit.

“Can you come for me, baby?” I ask as I push my finger in and out, reveling in the sounds that are getting louder as she gets wetter.

“Oh my god,” she groans as I add a finger, pushing up to a place that has her hips gyrating, pressing toward me.

“That’s it,” I coax her, “come for me.”

I bring my face down and let my tongue resume the pressure on her clit. The responding cry from her spurs me on, and I eat her like a starving man. Her legs begin to shake and quiver, her insides pulsing around my fingers.

Latching my lips around her clit, I suck, and she screams as a flood of wetness covers my chest and face. I sit back, slightly stunned, as she comes down from her high, looking horrified; but then, I grin, pleased with myself that I just made it happen.

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