Page 115 of When Love Found Us
I don’t stop.
Not until she’s wrecked and breathless and begging for more.
And when she shatters, screaming my name, I don’t stop.
I drag it out, make her feel every bit of me, every ounce of love and devotion and fucking worship.
By the time I move back up her body, she’s gasping, dazed, lost in me.
“Atlas,” she whispers, pulling me closer, pulling me home. “I love you.”
Those three words undo me. I kiss her, deep and consuming, letting her taste herself on my lips as I surrender my heart to her.
Then, I line up against her, brushing against slick, desperate heat.
“Say it again,” I rasp, pressing into her inch by inch.
She gasps, shuddering. “I love you.”
I sink inside her with a groan so deep it feels like it comes from my soul.
And then I move.
It’s not rushed. Not frantic. Just deep, claiming, perfect.
Her nails scrape down my back. “Harder,” she gasps.
I grip her thigh, tilting her hips up, thrusting deeper.
She cries out, moaning my name like a fucking prayer.
I lose myself in her.
Every movement, every kiss, is a promise.
I will love her.
I will protect her.
I will spend my life giving her everything.
She’s mine.
I’m hers.
And when she comes again, gasping my name, clenching around me, I lose it.
I fall with her.
It hits me hard, ripping through every muscle, every nerve, every part of me that belongs to her. My body locks, pleasure surging up my spine as I spill deep inside her, groaning against her throat.
It’s not just release—it’s surrender.
I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, whispering her name like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to this world.
“I love you.” The words come rough, raw, dragging from my chest like they’ve been waiting too long to be spoken. “I love you so fucking much.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, holding me close, like she already knows, like she feels it just as much as I do.
