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I part my lips to answer him, but all that comes out is a soft moan.

“Good then?” he asks, his lips curling up in a lopsided, self-assured grin.

“So, so good,” I say, lifting my hips ever so slightly before sliding back down his length.

He hisses, almost as if he’s in pain—but I know better. He liked it.A lot.

If anything, he’s holding himself back, so as not to scare me. It only makes me love him that much more.

And so, I do it again, lifting myself further this time, before grinding down onto him.

“Keep telling me.” He feathers his fingers over my hips in a barely-there touch. “I need your words.”

“Better than anything.”

Atlas continues with his sweet torture, running his hands all over me while barely touching me at the same time. It’s a delicious tease, turning my fevered, sweat-soaked skin to goose flesh.

“I never knew it could feel like this. Oh my God. It’s so good. So. Good.” I murmur those two words over and over as I rock against him, loving the feel of his skin against mine, enthralled by the way my clit rubs against him.

“That's right, pretty girl. Make yourself feel good, take what you need from me. I'm here for you, for your pleasure.”

I lean down and kiss him, stroking my tongue against his. It feels like I’m teetering on the edge, but I need… “More,” I whisper, ghosting my lips over his jaw.

“Can I touch you?” he asks. “Like really touch you.”

I nod and he immediately palms both of my hips, helping guide my movements before sliding one hand up over my bump to cup my breast.

His deft fingers pluck and pull at my nipple, and I swear, it’s like I feel it all the way down to my core.

“Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” He leans up, drawing my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. “Feels so fucking good.”

My thighs shake as I continue impaling myself on him. I truly never knew sex could be like this, that it could feel like this.

“You look so beautiful riding me. Like a fucking queen. You own me, Nora. My heart, my soul, all of it—all of me. Do you hear me? Everything I have is yours.”

His sweet words wrap themselves around me, grounding me as his body brings me bliss unlike anything I’ve ever known before.

And yet I still need something more.

“Atlas.” I whine his name, forcing my pelvis against his harder, desperately in search of whatever it is I need.

Somehow, though, he knows. “I've got you, Pip. I've always got you.” He licks his thumb and then presses it to my clit, rubbing small, tight circles keeping a perfect rhythm with my hips.

“Atlas.” His name is a prayer, a plea. “I think… I’m going to?—”

My entire body short circuits, my muscles tense as my back arches, and my mouth falls open in a silent scream. My skin tingles and my body hums, like someone’s pumping electricity straight into my veins.

He keeps rubbing my clit and thrusting up into me in search of his own release, now that I’ve found mine.

“I love you,” I whisper, slumping against his chest, utterly exhausted.

“Fuck, Pip.” He thrusts once… twice more before spilling into me. “I love you, too. So damn much.”

CHAPTER 31

ATLAS

Watching Nora come back down from the high of her orgasm is fascinating. It’s almost like I’m seeing her for the first time, all doe-eyed and breathless, with a look of total ecstasy painting her features.

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