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My heart is thrashing in my chest, slamming violently against my ribs, as if it’s trying to break out of its cage and flee. It’s fight or flight on steroids. Luckily, my trust in Atlas is stronger than my fear.

I’m safe, I’m safe, I’m safe.I chant the words inside of my head like a mantra as I spread my lips and line myself up with the head of his dick.

“You’re doing so good,” Atlas praises, his free hand roaming all over my body, offering soft touches that help ease some of my worry. “When you’re ready, sink down onto me. Go as slow or fast as you want. We have all night, pretty girl.”

For several long minutes, I’m a statue, barely even breathing I’m so still. Even my heart rate slows as I hover above him, fighting off memories of the last time someone was inside of me.

This is different,I reason with myself.He’s different. He loves you and even if you got up and walked away now, he’d be okay with it.

“You’re so perfect, Pip. Perfect for me. Whether we do this now or a year from now, I’ll love you.”

God, it’s almost like he has a direct line to my insecurities. Which is fine by me, because he’s also the balm, soothing away my worries and easing my pain.

He keeps whispering sweet words to me, all the while skimming his hands up and down my thighs, over my hips and belly, almost like he can’t help himself, like hehasto touch me.

I’m not sure if it’s his gentle encouragement or the look of complete adoration in his eyes, but I know it like I know my own name: I’m ready for this. I’m ready to be completely and wholly his.

“Ah, oh, God.” I exhale sharply, trying with all of my might to keep the tears stinging the back of my eyes from falling. The last thing I want is to cry and ruin what should be a special moment between us.

“Are you okay?” Atlas asks through clenched teeth. He sounds like he’s in more pain than I am, which is alarming.

“Just really…” I wiggle my hips ever so slightly, noting the way he tangles his fingers in the sheets with a white-knuckle grip. “Full.”

He nods, his entire body shaking.

“Are you?” I move one hand from his shoulder down to his chest, placing my palm right over his heart. Strangely enough, the staccato rhythm soothes something deep within me. “Okay, I mean.”

“Pip, you feel so fucking good that it’s taking every bit of willpower I possess not to fuck you like a madman. The way your sweet little pussy is squeezing my cock is…fuuuuuck.Best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life.”

“So, you’re not in pain?” I tip my head to the side, my hair falling around my face like a curtain. “Because it kind of looks like you are.”

“Jesus, Nora.” His eyes crinkle in the corners as he grins up at me. “No, definitely not hurting. I should be asking you that, though.”

I shake my head. “No. It’s… snug.”

“You’re telling me,” he mutters under his breath.

“And it was a little uncomfortable at first, but now, I’m just… full.”

He releases the sheets and moves his hands to my waist. “Do you think you’re ready to move?”

“Um.” How is it even possible to be turned on and embarrassed at the same time? Shouldn’t one cancel the other out or something? “Move how?”

“Just like when we kiss. Roll your hips, rub yourself against me, take some time and figure out what feels good to you.” He pulls me forward, and I gasp at the sensation that zips through me, immediately repeating the motion. “Yeah, just like that, Pip.”

“What about you?” I pant, finding a rhythm that works for me.

“Pretty girl, if it feels good for you, I can just about guarantee it does for me, too.”

I keep rocking against him, loving the way my body slips and slides against his, the way I can feel him deep inside of me, like we’re completely connected.

No, it’s more than that.

It’s like he’s a part of me, and I’m a part of him. Intertwined down to our very souls.

Or maybe I’m just delirious with pleasure. Anything’s possible with the way he’s making me feel.

“Talk to me, Pip,” Atlas urges. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

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