CONVENTIONAL

I couldn’t see one and, honestly, didn’t want to. Not any longer.

He was trailing kisses over my chest when I’d come to that realization, and his slow, tender movements suddenly weren’t enough for me.

My heart raced and hands shook with the need I was consumed with. The need to touch him…to claim him…to make him mine. Officially.

Hell, even my Atlas seemed to be in agreement.

I grabbed onto his face and kissed him with ferocity. My legs wrapped around his thighs, and I held him to me while our mouths became a tangle of tongues and teeth.

When he pulled back, there were slits in his dark eyes and only a faint appearance of the flames I so often saw there.

“Elena.” He spoke the word as a warning, but a warning wasn’t necessary.

“I want you, Atlas,” I said confidently. “All of you.”

He appraised my face, sweeping his eyes over every inch, then his chest rumbled. “Fucking finally.”

His hand wrapped around my neck, tilting my head back as he kissed me again. His tongue owned my mouth while