Page 88 of Flame and Fury

“You’re such a shit.” Atlas rocks his body against mine, and my legs slide up his hips.

“You hugged her.” I can’t quite give it up.

Atlas sucks on a patch of skin in the crook of my neck that has goosebumps breaking out all over my skin.

“No. She hugged me. I can’t help it if some people are attracted to me.”

I snort and roll my eyes. “Gods know why.”

Atlas chuckles, but then he lifts his head. I can’t see his eyes in the dark, but I feel the heat of his gaze.

“I need you to know, you’re it for me. The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew my life was forever changed. I had no idea what a pain in the ass you would be.”

I squeeze Atlas’s sides with my thighs, and he huffs out a laugh. He leans down and kisses me slow and deep until I’m writhing beneath him. Damn him. All it takes is one kiss, and I melt for him.

Atlas pushes my hair back and cups my cheek. “I’m yours, Wren. You have me whether you want me or not.”

My heart seizes in my chest, and I forget to breathe. I never thought I would feel this way about someone. Never imagined it would be Atlas. Son of Zeus, trained champion, secret member of the Underground. It shouldn’t work, but nothing in my life has ever made so much sense. I slide my hands up his chest to cradle his face. I wish he could see the emotion in my eyes, but I don’t know if I could be so vulnerable in the light of day.

“Yeah.” I lift my head and press a kiss to his lips. “You’re mine, Atlas. And I’m yours.”

A primitive sound rips through Atlas’s chest. His mouth descends on mine and it’s not a kiss, it’s a ravishment. His soul is in this kiss and I’m drunk on it. I fist the back of his shirt, then gather the fabric until my fingers connect with the flexing muscles in his back. His hands are everywhere, sliding down my side to my hip and thigh, then back up again to cup my breast.

I writhe beneath him, bucking my hips and grinding against his hard as steel shaft. Atlas lifts off me, and I actually whine. But then he’s stripping off his clothes and making short work of my own. Damn, I wish it wasn’t so dark in here. I want to watch as he reveals every inch of his golden skin.

I sit up and reach for him, my hands landing on the taut muscle of his ass. Atlas sucks in a hissed breath and the sound has warmth pooling low in my belly. I drag him forward, sliding my hand around his hip to fist his cock. His skin practically burns, and he exhales loudly when I brush my thumb over the head. I lean forward and flick the head with my tongue, licking around the crown before lowering my mouth fully.

“Fuck, Wren.” Atlas’s hands drive into my hair, gathering it off my face.

I take as much of him in my mouth as I can, pumping my hand as I suck. Atlas groans, his hands still fisted in my hair.

“That mouth. Fuck. Who knew such a sharp tongue could be so fucking sweet.”

I squirm, the ache between my thighs growing. I feel like I barely get started before Atlas pulls me off his cock and lifts me onto my feet.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to blow, and I want to be buried inside you when that happens.”

Before I tell him to get on with it, Atlas spins me around and tugs my hips back. His hand drags down my spine, bending me over before he lands a smack on my ass. His body curls over mine. The hot press of his lips against my shoulder blades where my wings unfurl draws a shuddering groan from me.

Atlas hums against my skin. “Does that feel good?”

His tongue licks a stripe up my back.

I cry out. “Oh my gods.” My wings have always been a secret. No one has ever touched me there with specific intent. Pleasure explodes out from my back and assaults every one of my nerve endings.

“Let me see them,” Atlas growls, his voice rough with command.

I look over my shoulder, my breaths coming out in short pants. I can barely see him, but I feel every hard inch of his body pressed to mine. His hips rock against my ass and, fuck, he’s as turned on as I am.

“I…are you sure?” This man has had his tongue inside me and suddenly I’m shy.

Atlas wraps my hair around his fist. “Am I the kind of person who would ask for something I didn’t want.” His hips grind against my aching core and I moan.

“Fuck you.” I laugh. It turns into a keening sound when Atlas’s tongue traces my shoulder blade.

“Soon,” Atlas agrees, pushing upright, dragging his hand over the same sensitive spot on my back as he stands. “Don’t make me ask again.”

I’m tempted to argue with him some more, but Atlas’s hand keeps traveling down until his fingers are dipping inside me.

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