And with every taste, every indulgence, Atlas felt.
He felt.
He, who hadn’t felt a damned thing in years. He, who had walled himself off to survive. He had become stone. Fury in human form.
But Lexi tasted like hope.
“This doesn’t feel like revenge,” she whispered in his ear, and she sounded drugged.
“I’m delighted you think so,” he replied.
And then he set his mouth to hers again, because it was easier. Or better. Or simply because he had to, or die wanting her.
Lexi thrashed beneath him, and he wasn’t sure why until he tilted back his head to get a better look at her face. And the answer slammed through him like some kind of cannonball, shot straight into him.
Need. She was wild with need.
And he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Of her.
The part of him that trusted no one, and her least of all, didn’t trust this reaction either.
But the rest of him—especially the hardest part of him—didn’t care.
Because she tasted like magic and he had given up on magic long, long time ago.
Because her hands tangled in his hair and tugged his face to hers, and he didn’t have it in him to question that.
All Atlas knew was that he wanted more. Needed more.
As if, after surviving things that no man should be forced to bear, it would be little Lexi Haring who took him out. It would be this one shockingly pretty woman who would be the end of him. And not because she’d plotted against him, as he believed some if not all of her family had done, but because of this. Her surrender.
The endless, wondrous glory of her surrender.
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