BROKEN

I was officially done with the slow and careful movements. I couldn’t wait any longer for him to be mine in every way.

Thankfully, he seemed to be on the same page and thrusted forward, gently holding my head with one hand while the other gripped my hip.

His stare seared my soul, and we never once broke eye contact while he began moving more fluidly above me.

My inner walls burned from being stretched, but that ache was easily overshadowed by the bond between us growing like a bright light within my chest.

Energy swirled inside me, pounding against my ribs and begging to detonate, branding myself to Atlas.

Even his normally dark-brown eyes were briefly turning a light, tan color while he peppered light kisses all over my face.

As euphoric tensions rose, sending shivers from my chest all the way to the tips of my toes, I held tightly to Atlas and moved my hips in time with his. Every thrust came easier and more passionately than the one before.

Tremors shook Atlas’s arms where I held h