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But I could play, too. I inched backward, daring him to repeat himself. He was off the bench in an instant, kissing me soundly before shaking his head at me.
“Do you want me to make you beg?”
My back pressed against the cold barrier, and I gasped as he lifted me, spreading my legs so that I hovered just about him.
“Say please,” he growled.
He waited at my opening, the tip of him brushing against me as he stared into my face, daring me to refuse him. I relaxed my shoulders, thinking I could wiggle down just enough to make him change his mind. But it only made the longing worse. Atlas lowered me entering halfway with a gasp before he lifted my thighs, pulling out, the strain in his voice uninhibited as I groaned.
“Say please, or I’ll put you down and make you watch me handle it myself.”
The thought alone was my undoing as I gave in. “Please,” I whispered, the word leaving my lips as if I had no true control.
“Good girl,” he growled before thrusting as he lowered me onto him again.
He was glorious. Every inch. Everything about him. I dug welts into his back as I held on, letting him slam me into the barrier as he moved, holding my gaze the entire time. The glass fogged over long before he was done. His muscles never strained as he worked, watching me with feral intent until I thought I might burst beneath those icy blue eyes. The pool of desire within me peaked beyond the point of no return, and just when I thought I’d shatter around him, he stopped. Those desperate thrusts paused as he held me upright for a beat before pulling out and setting me down gently.
“Not like this,” he said between rapid breaths, ashy hair falling into his face.
I stood wide-eyed, wondering what had happened in that beautiful mind of his as he turned and moved the blankets to the floor.
“Lay here.”
“There’s hardly room for this.”
“There’s enough. I promise.”
Sandwiched between the wall and the bench, he was right. Though only just.
He hovered above me, brushing my hair from my face while staring. I felt so bare beneath that gaze. As if I stood naked before the entire world.
“Don’t,” he said as I looked away. “Eyes on me.”
I couldn’t help but cater. The second our eyes locked, he thrust, burying himself to the hilt before pulling all the way out and kissing me. Back and forth he went. Slow and steady, rocking the sleigh as he moved but keeping a perfect cadence. A kiss and a glorious drive, over and over. Until my body anticipated every movement. My muscles tightened. Building and building as everything grew hotter and our bodies slicker. Until the strain of holding myself together was more than I could stand. Until I wanted to come out of my skin for need of release.
I whimpered.
“Just like that,” he said. “Let me fucking hear you.”
Every part of my body clenched around him as I squeezed my eyes shut, screaming his name.
“Say it again,” he ordered, still pushing in and out as I trembled around him. “Tell me how good it feels, Marley.”
“Atlas,” I moaned. “So, so…”
My voice trailed off as he chuckled and slammed forward again, stealing my descent, and forcing me to rise again, each thrust, each heartbeat his and his alone. My aching muscles tightened again.
“One more time,” he managed, though far more strained. “Let me watch you come undone for me.”
The world fell away. My sight entirely gone as he burst the same moment I fell from that mountain he’d taken me to the top of. And as I fell, I watched his face. Pleasure stolen as he looked down upon me with something new in his eyes.
Fear, the magic seemed to whisper.
He seized. I reached for him. He moved away.
“Atlas?”
“You were perfect,” he said. “You’ve been perfect since the moment you fell into my arms.”
