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“Fuck, Wren,” Atlas groans.

My fingers work at the button of his pants, and I push them down. Atlas groans and kicks them away, clad only in his boxer briefs that leave nothing to the imagination.

His body is unreal, chiseled like a work of art. His skin is so hot, it nearly burns to touch. It’s his eyes that set me on fire, though. Atlas is staring at me like I am his whole world. He cups my face, his eyes soft, and we breathe together.

Atlas lowers his mouth back to mine before I can sort out what all those looks mean. His hands shove down my shorts and I kick out of them before I return the favor with his boxers. Atlas grabs the back of my thighs, and he lifts me, pressing my back into the wall. I wrap my legs around him and wind my arms around his neck, moaning into his kiss.

Atlas pulls back from the kiss, sucking on my bottom lip. Then he leaves a trail of kisses over my jaw and down my throat, scraping his teeth against my skin and making me shake with need.

“Do you know how long I’ve been thinking about seeing you move on my cock again?”

I shiver and arch my neck. Gods, why is that so hot?

Atlas licks up to my ear, and then gently bites down on the lobe. “I want to hear those desperate sounds you make when I fuck you deep, pounding into you until you’re dripping all over my cock.” He rocks his hips, his dick sliding against my soaked pussy.

Fuck. The dirty mouth on this man. Who knew he was hiding this underneath all that ice? I grab his hair and pull his head down into another kiss, squirming against him, needing him inside me.

“If you don’t stop talking and start fucking me, I’m going to think this is another game.”

Atlas snarls, squeezing my ass and lifting me even higher. Gods, he’s so damn strong.

“I’d make you pay for that smart mouth by edging you for hours, if I didn’t need to be inside you so badly.”

With that declaration, Atlas drives his cock into me, pulling me down at the same time. I’m so fucking full I can barely breathe. Who needs air? I have Atlas. I’ll survive on him. But I need him to move.

Atlas rocks his hips, pulling out and then sliding back in. My entire body goes boneless. It’s a good thing Atlas is a demi-god because he has to hold up all my weight.

“Breathe, little bird.” Atlas chuckles, his breath tickling my cheek.

I tug on his hair and squeeze his dick with my inner muscles. Atlas groans, and I shiver at the sound. “Don’t be so cocky.”

Atlas moves his head to stare down at me. His eyes stay focused on mine as he moves inside me, fucking me in long, hard strokes. Words fall from his lips, dirty, filthy words that he murmurs between kisses. “So wet for me. Take my fucking cock. Want you to come all over my dick.”

My eyes roll back in my head. Pleasure building too fast to an unimaginable level.

Atlas’s next stroke is harder, his pace building until he’s slamming into me. My nails dig into the muscles of his neck. His mouth and teeth are sucking and dragging over the skin of my shoulder.

“Don’t stop. Gods, don’t stop.” I pant.

“Never. Never going to stop.”He stares down at me, steaks of gold bright in his eyes. And I believe him.

Atlas’s hips grind into me, and I fall apart. My orgasm rips through me with so much force that it triggers his. One more stuttered thrust and Atlas grunts my name into my neck, his whole body shuddering with his release.

He holds me there, pressed up against the wall, his lips on my throat. “I’m never giving you up.”

CHAPTER37

WREN

It’s hard to leave the bedroom, but we need to go speak with the others. I really don’t want them barging into the room while naked. Atlas finally takes his shower and I join him for a quick cleanup, which only delays us further when we can’t keep our hands off each other. I’ve never been so thankful for the black-market doctor in my neighborhood who dispenses birth control.

When we finally emerge from the bedroom, Nico, Estella, and Lark are all grinning at us from the living room.

“Good shower?” Lark asks, a hint of laughter in her words.

“Great water pressure,” I reply, without even a hint of embarrassment on my face.

The other three laugh, and even Atlas has a twinkle in his eyes. Lark’s chuckle cuts off abruptly. Her gaze is locked on the brand that’s partially visible on my chest. Lark’s on the couch next to Nico, who’s taking up the majority of the space next to her. Estella is perched on the edge of one of the chairs, looking nervous and excited.

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