Atlas's POV
Her body was still trembling when I finally pulled out, her hair tangled across the pillow, her breath coming in shallow bursts that barely steadied. The room reeked of s*x and sweat, and if I lingered any longer, I’d lose myself in her again.
I brushed a strand of hair off her damp face. She murmured something half-conscious, nuzzling into the sheets, and I stood carefully, dragging my clothes back on. The shirt clung to my skin with the heat still radiating off me. My c**k was sore, my thighs aching, but there was a strange calm humming under my chest.
It was still dark when I cracked the door open. The sky outside was the color of dying embers, that hour just before dawn when the world holds its breath. I stepped into the hall barefoot, carrying my shoes in one hand. The
