Page 176 of The World Undone

“Unless,” I teased, heart pounding wildly, “you want me to just go take care of things myself.”

When I turned away slightly, like I was off to do just that, he snapped.

He flipped me until I was on all fours, arm bracing me as he ripped off my underwear leaving me bare to him.

One, firm slap echoed through the room as the sting of his palm shot through my body.

In one fluid motion, he sheathed himself inside of me from behind, arm still firm on my hips as he set the pace.

I was grateful for his steady hold as my body melted against him, waves of pleasure shooting through me at his rough, possessive pace.

His free hand traced up my thigh, inching forward until he found my clit.

I hissed, my vision blurring at the edges as I chased a climax I had no control over.

“You’re mine, Bentley,” Atlas whispered in my ear, voice ragged and demanding.

“Mm,” I agreed, unable to form words as the orgasm washed over me, my body turning boneless in his arms as he finished too.

He held me to him, shifting until my head rested on his chest.

“Okay,” he said after a minute or two of peace that had me halfway back to sleep again, “I guess we should get ready now.”

“Ready for what?”

“Did you forget?” he asked. His chuckle rumbled against my cheek where it pressed against his chest. “We were already late before we started.”

Fuck. My eyes widened and I shot up, frantically tossing one of his shirts over my head.

His eyes latched on the hem of it where it kissed my thighs, no underwear in sight.

He grabbed me, pressing a kiss against my hair, his dick stiffening again.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked, filled suddenly with a renewed giddiness at what life could shape up to now.

“What feels good?” he trailed a hand up my thigh, under the hem of the shirt, drawing tantalizing, teasing circles that traveled closer and closer to where I craved them. “This, you mean?”

“That,” I nodded, leaning my head back against him, “and knowing that we’re all okay. That it’s all over.”

“Mmm,” he agreed, “It’s all over.”

At least the worst of it was, I hoped. The world had shifted. A lot. But we were alive, we were together, and from what I could tell, we were obscenely happy.

“We should find the others for breakfast,” I pulled away from him, begrudgingly. “I promise we can go for round two after this mysterious surprise of yours.”

He groaned. “Why delay happiness though?”

With a laugh, I grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the stairwell.

He froze for a moment, hand tightening briefly around mine.

When I turned around, his eyes were narrowed, something unreadable flashing briefly across his features.

“Everything okay?”

He nodded, eyes locked on mine. “Just a weird sense of déjà vu.”

“Bad déjà vu or good déjà vu?”

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