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There’s a look of heat and something almost like awe in his eyes, and I let that carry me as I go up on my toes and kiss him.

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Atlas’s lips are firm and warm against mine as he kisses me back.

It’s a little stiff at first, both of us almost robotic in our movements, like we don’t know how to do this. But I don’t stop, keeping my mouth pressed hard against his as I try to tune out everything except him. He wraps one arm around my waist, and I can feel the strength in it as he pulls me tighter against him. It sends another little burst of heat through me, and I make a soft noise against his mouth.

Atlas responds with a small groan, nipping at my bottom lip before diving back into the kiss. It grows hotter and more urgent as we warm up to it, and he uses that arm he wrapped around me to angle our bodies away from the majority of the people watching.

Protecting me.

Knowing that he’s still doing his best to make this as painless as possible for me makes something warm rise in my chest, banishing even more of the stiffness and panic.

I keep kissing him, my fingers threading their way into his thick black hair. The strands are soft, and I tug at them a little, drawing him even closer. His body reacts to that, his cock jumping where it’s trapped between us.

The feel of it, hot and hard against my stomach, makes my breath catch, and Atlas takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss even more.

I feel him turn us slightly again, and when he walks me backward, I move with him, stepping back until I feel the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees.

Atlas comes up for air, dragging his lips away from mine, his eyes so dark with desire that they’re almost black. He licks his lips slowly, almost as if he’s trying to savor the taste of me there, then gently lays me back on the bed.

I go down onto the soft covers, my hair spilling around me as Atlas climbs up to hover his body over mine. I can feel the heat of him and smell his familiar, addictive citrus and sandalwood scent in the air around us.

His cock drags against my stomach as he shifts his weight a little, leaving a wet smear of precum that makes me swallow hard as my pussy clenches a bit. I didn’t think there was any way I could get wet like this, but judging from the slight slickness I feel when I move my thighs, it wasn’t as impossible as I thought it would be.

As if he can read my mind, Atlas drags a hand down my front and then settles it between my legs. He cups my pussy with his palm, and I arch a little, grinding against him. My heart thumps against my ribs, and I squirm a little on the bed.

“Do it,” I whisper. “Just fuck me already.”

The faster we do this, the sooner we can get out of here.

But instead of obeying my whispered plea, Atlas shakes his head. “No.”

I blink, my brows drawing together. “What? Why not?”

He slides a finger through my folds, concern flashing across his face. “You’re barely even wet,” he murmurs. “It’ll hurt.”

I shake my head, a little surprised by that answer. Surprised that it matters to him. “I don’t care.”

The truth is… I do, a little. I usually like pain, like when Killian would hurt me in just the right way at our club, but this isn’t the kind of pain that gets me off.

I was always soaking wet by the time Killian finally gave in and fucked me hard, so even though it was rough and primal and raw, it didn’t hurt in that way.

“I care, vicious,” Atlas insists, something softening in his expression. “Fucking hell. I don’t want the first time I fuck you to be a bad memory you’ll carry around for the rest of your life.”

The raw honesty in his voice catches me by surprise, hitting some unguarded part of my heart. A tight feeling squeezes my chest for a second before releasing, and I let out a slow breath before licking my lips.

“I’m not going to be able to get off like this,” I admit hoarsely, my gaze darting sideways toward the crowd before I can stop it. God, if the people out there don’t get the show that they want, then… I don’t even know how this will go down.

“Let me try,” Atlas says, drawing my focus back to him. There’s a look on his face that mirrors the tone in his voice, something almost like a plea. “Can I try?”

I don’t see how on earth it will be possible, but for some reason, with Atlas settled between my thighs like this, gazing down at me with that expression on his face… I don’t want to say no.

So I nod, my pulse racing. “Yes. You can try.”

In answer, he leans down and kisses me again. His mouth is hot and insistent, and while he let me take the lead the first time we kissed, this time, he’s in charge of it. He kisses me like he’s trying to distract me and turn me on all at the same time, and as our lips move against each other, his fingers start to explore between my legs.

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