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He guided me to the settee and I sat, my shaky legs giving out so I fell the last few inches. “We’re going to ruin your fine upholstery,” I said, running my hand over the rich fabric.
“Fine by me.” He settled his hands on my knees, gently prying them apart. Then he hooked his hands under my hips and pulled me right to the end of the seat. He didn’t say another word before he turned that fiery gaze on my pussy and dove in.
He was merciless with his tongue and lips and teeth, driving me to the edge of orgasm before backing off with soft kisses and gentle touches. The third time he did it, I raked my nails down his forearms hard enough to leave a mark.
“Are you trying to torture me?” I asked between pants.
My body was a million sharp points of sensation, and the pleasure coiling inside me threatened to shatter into the worst pain I’d ever experienced.
“Yes.” His voice was a low, pussy clenching rumble.
I moaned. “Why?”
His tongue flicked my sensitive clit and I jerked, digging my nails into his arms again. “Because when you get what you want and leave this realm tonight, I want you to remember this. I want this moment between us to be branded in your memory for the rest of your existence.”
Not fair.Saying things like that was not fair at all.
I closed my eyes and shifted my hips, trying to find the friction I needed, but he pulled back, robbing me of his talented mouth. “For fuck’s sake. You’re killing me, pirate.”
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then nipped at it playfully. “So dramatic.”
“Not being dramatic.” The tension inside me pulled tighter and I groaned. “Atlas, please.”
Everything went perfectly still. His breath, my heart, even the air in the room. Before I could react, he had me off the couch and sprawled on the floor, the plush fibers of his fluffy rug creating the perfect softness against my back.
He settled his big body between my legs, grabbing his cock by the base and sliding the head through my arousal. Up and down, up and down, each stroke over my sensitive clit making that hot coil inside curl just a little bit tighter.
I let my head fall against the floor with a thump. He really was killing me.
“Never.” Again, he used my name as a warning and my body reacted instantly, tensing up even as my arousal inched higher.
“Please,” I whispered. I’d always thought I was the kind of woman who would never beg. He was proving me wrong. When I looked up to see his nostrils flared and his gaze wild, I realized it wasn’t the ‘please’ he was responding to.
A new kind of heat snaked through me, and my mind blared a warning. He was slipping, barely holding onto his control, all because I’d said his name. What would happen if I said it again? Gods only knew, but damned if I didn’t want to find out.
I mean, how bad could it be if he lost control?
If it was anything like the night before, I would enjoy every brutal minute of it.
I bit my bottom lip, reveling in the feeling of him between my legs and that feral look in his eyes. “Please, Atlas.”
His growl rumbled through the room, seeming to vibrate the air itself. The pendant flared back to life the moment he sank into me, burying his thick length all the way to the hilt. I cried out, the pleasure and pain too much to bear silently, and he did it again. And again.
“Atlas,” I called his name, and with each iteration he drove me higher, reckless, relentless, until I was sure I would break in two. And something did break. Or crack. Something new and raw bloomed to life in my chest and my back arched with the sensation. It wasn’t pain, exactly, but my lust-drunk brain couldn’t think of a word to describe it.
He sank down over me, tangling his hand in my hair. He whispered evocative words in my ear in a language I’d never heard before. It sounded meaningful. Important. Then his grip tightened to the point of discomfort, little jolts of sensual agony tugging at my roots as he drove his cock home once, twice. Another inhuman growl shook the room and a shock of pure power slammed into me.
I shattered.
My world went completely black for a beat before exploding in an ocean of light and color and sensation. I stared up at him, barely able to process thought as his gaze locked to mine. The orange rings around his pupils were gone. All that was left was the darkness.
45
HOOK
With Never wrapped in my arms and the day slipping through my fingers, I could almost justify what I’d done. Almost. I knew the moment it happened, the moment she gave herself over to me completely, and the joy that filled me was a revelation.
No wonder Anya was desperate to have a piece of me. But where she’d taken a piece of my magic, I’d taken something far more valuable.
