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“I got tickets for Zoey, you, and me to go to Korea next month.”
“What?” she asked, blinking in disbelief.
“So you can explore a part of your heritage. I’ve got a list of places for us to visit, and—”
She kissed him hard on the mouth, shutting him up. “I love you.” She sucked his bottom lip, pushing him onto the bed. His hands reached for the zipper on her dress. He struggled for a moment, groaning with impatience. She broke the kiss and sat up, grinding against his groin before she lifted the fabric above her head.
Atlas’s eyes zeroed in on her full breasts that had already begun to swell from the pregnancy. His hardness steeled beneath her sex that throbbed with emptiness for him.
“I want you so bad.” He panted, and she raked her nails down his hard chest and over his chiseled abs.
“I’m all yours.”
His fingers dug into her thighs. He jerked his hips forward, his cock pressing against her clit.
“God, yes.” She sucked in a tortured breath.
He flipped her on to her back as he tore off his clothes until he was completely naked before her. He ripped free her panties before he climbed on top of her, settling his weight over her. His hands were everywhere at once, grazing up her thigh and over her soft belly. He sucked her nipples. His tongue twirled. His teeth scissored, sending a shot of lust barreling through her.
Her need built, greedy hunger splintering through her every nerve ending. Each breath was amplified. Every touch sent a thousand tiny prickles of hot desire burning her from the inside out. Love and lust and everything in between encompassed her in a hurricane of emotions. His kiss was life; his touch was heaven. Atlas’s finger slipped inside her before swirling around her clit, sending a shock wave of icy fire bursting through her.
Close to the edge, she arched her back and moaned. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, holding her tighter. Her hands moved of their own accord. Her fingernails dug into his back, pulling him towards her in the unspoken command. He dove inside her wet pussy in one hard thrust. She moaned, his mouth swallowing up the sounds. He rocked into her, wild and frenzied. He fucked her like the world depended on it. She wrapped her legs around him, opening herself wider so he could drive himself deeper until she didn’t know where he began and she ended. She held on, bracing herself as he pounded against that magic spot and sent her flying over the cliff into her orgasm—free-falling into bliss. He moved in and out of her like a piston, keeping her weightless as the waves of pleasure crashed through her.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded with a strained voice.
He kissed her jaw gently—a complete contrast to how hard he thrust. She met his gaze and he slowed his pace.
“That’s it, beautiful. I want you to look at me when you fall apart this time.”
He made love to her, torturously slowly, building her up to the edge and then backing away. The more he teased her, the more wanton she became.
“Please, Atlas. I need you. I want you to come.”
He kissed her chest and shoulder before landing his mouth on her lips. “Whatever you need.”
He sat up, leaning against the headboard. She climbed onto his lap, sinking onto his hard cock. Boneless and limp, she wasn’t sure how she could ride him.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her up his shaft and slamming her down. She should have known. Atlas always seemed to sense what she needed. His eyes locked on to hers. Jasmine wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her swollen sex contracted around him. It felt too good to focus on anything else.
“Look at me,” he ground out.
Her gaze snapped to his.
His neck muscles were taut like he was barely hanging on. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. The way your tits bounce when you ride on top. The way your tight pussy clenches around my cock like it was made for me. I love how your skin blushes a deeper red the closer you are to your orgasm. And most of all, I love that I’m the one who gets to witness this. I’m the one taking you to fucking heaven.”
Her orgasm rocketed through her as he tensed and roared her name in her ear. She held on to him, crying out from the intensity. His pupils dilated. His soul reached out to meet hers in the planes between the physical and the spirit world. They were forever connected in every way.
And later, as he held her naked body against his, when they moved through the twilight between awake and asleep, another piece of Jasmine was put back together. She was safe. Zoey was happy and healthy. A new child grew in her womb. And the most amazing man in the world loved her through her brokenness.
Atlas was true to his word. Every single day after that he proved he was there for her as a true partner. He wasn’t perfect, and neither was she. But rather than running away, they’d run towards each other. Rather than lashing out in defense, they’d listen and give each other the benefit of the doubt. And when the dark clouds rained down over Jasmine, Atlas was there to hold her. Atlas, true to his namesake, was the man designed to carry her world on his shoulders when it was too much for her to bear. When the tumultuous seas rose, threatening to swallow her up, he guided her, his light giving her hope that she could survive the darkness.
She’d learned that the tattered, damaged parts of her could be beautiful. That through acknowledging her past and grieving it, she could shed the shame that came with the trauma. And her story was beautiful because she didn’t let it define her. Jasmine was a warrior, turning her shame into her strength. The cracks were where the light shone through after all.
Jasmine became the embodiment of the lighthouse so that others lost in the storm would have hope that healing and redemption were possible.
She was a survivor.
The End
