Page 97 of Fool Me

“Yeah. Not really my thing, either—” I start, but he pushes in, stealing the thought from me.

“Just one more reason we work so well together.”

“Fuck, yes,” I groan into his neck as he stretches me.

“Taking me so well.” He gives a shallow thrust, pulling out to the tip.

I whine.

“I’m going to give you all of it this time.”

“I can take it.”

“Damn right you can. Every fucking inch is yours. We were made for each other.”

My mouth falls open when he bottoms out.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he whispers against my skin. It’s electric, the way his praise lights me up. I get lost in the way we work together, him moving above me and me clinging to him. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Each thrust seems to not only bring me closer to the brink, but to him. My nails dig into his shoulders. “God, this . . . you. Feels so good.” I meet him thrust for thrust, trying to hold on to the bliss that’s wrapping itself around me.

“You need more?” he asks.

“Just—it’s right there.”

“You wanna ride?” His breaths come fast and he grits his teeth like he’s holding back.

“Yeah.”

With his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and back, he flips us. With me on top, he shifts things around so he’s in a reclined position against my headboard.

My hands come to his chest for leverage. “Use my cock, Harlowe. Get off on me.”

My hips shift. It’s deeper like this, and him filling me and the friction has me right there again.

As soon as I’ve found my rhythm, he jumps in, working me up. His thumb settles over my clit. “Better?”

“Uh-huh.”

His other hand roams freely—over my breast, a tug on my nipple, brushing against my lips. He’s tactile and observant. His palm sweeps down my neck and my breath catches in my throat, making a strangled sound.

“Here?”

His fingers wrap around my neck, just holding as I ride him.

“Atlas, yes.” He gives me more pressure with both hands, reading my body, his hips lifting. He fucks me from the bottom.

“I can feel you, darling. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” He grits his teeth and grunts out my name, adding a touch of pressure to my throat. “Okay?”

I think I nod before I go still as the waves of euphoria wash over me, but he doesn’t stop, carrying me through, until he’s pulsing inside me with a groan so primal it rattles my bones. Then he’s tugging me to him with his hand on my neck for a kiss that feels like it implants itself on my soul. It’s deep and thorough. It’s filled with tenderness and passion.

It’s everything.Heis everything. Just like I need to breathe, I need him.

His palm curves around my hip, tracing lazy lines across my stomach. It’s achingly slow, pulling a shaky exhale from me as our hearts beat against each other.

His lips brush my forehead, both of us spent.

“This never could have stayed fake. You’re fucking incredible.”

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