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When he lifts his head, he frowns, swiping at my cheek with his thumb. "You're crying. And I got blood on you."
"Emotions can be messy. And I don't care."
"I should have showered before coming to you."
"No," I disagree vehemently. "You wanted me to see you as you are, to hide nothing from me. And I do."
"Yes."
"I'm glad. I loveyouAtlas. All of you." I'll say it as often as he needs me to.
"You deserve someone better, but I will never let you go." He squeezes me tight.
"If you try, I'll hunt you down and make you sorry."
"Would you?"
"Oh yes."
"If anyone could find me, it would be you."
I smile. He sees my stubbornness and my intelligence. Neither intimidates him. Because his strength of will easily matches mine. So does his smart brain.
I like it.
"How do you feel about sex in the shower?" My body is craving the kind of orgasms only he can give me.
But even more, I crave the closeness physical intimacy brings.
He doesn't answer, but he swings me up into his arms and jogs out of the room. My body on fire for his touch, I kiss along his neck and the underside of his jaw. I don't care about the blood.
I want him any way I can get him.
Reaching the bathroom in his suite, he sets me on my feet and turns on the water in the large shower enclosure. Watching each other, we both strip out of our clothes.
We don't even wait to wash before he's kissing me again, his tongue deep in my mouth, his hands roving over my naked body with purpose.
Atlas knows how to touch me to have me writhing against him. I rip my mouth from his. "I need you, Atlas, now."
He lifts me under my arms and slams me back against the wall of the shower. Spreading my legs, I wrap them around his hips, inviting him inside. Still tender from before, my pucker twinges.
But the small pain adds to the pleasure.
Lifting me so the head of his erection is pressing against the opening of my body, he surges upward, filling me with one powerful thrust.
My vaginal walls stretch and sting a little, but it feels good and I want this too much to stop and prepare my body more.
It's like he knows though, and he slows down, pulling out one slow centimeter at a time before sliding back in just as slowly. I try to shove downward, but his hold on my bottom is like steel and I'm not moving anywhere he doesn't want me to.
His kiss turns languid as well and the inferno inside me burns brighter and hotter than ever before.
"I need more." My words are both a demand and a plea. "Be gentle another time. Not now. Now, I need you to remind my body of our connection."
"I can do that without plowing you into the wall."
"Plow me. Please."
His laugh is evil. He knows how turned on I am. His huge, rock hard penis tells me he is as aroused as me. But he doesn't increase his pace.
