Page 10 of The Last Aether

Atlas groaned, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Too much?”

“No,” I panted. “I just need a second.” To adjust. To deal with the sensory overload.

His hand dipped between us, the rough pad of his thumb circling my clit. It was almost too much, yet I still wanted more. Liquid heat swept through me, the stretch easing the barest amount. And then I was moving.

Short, testing tilts of my hips and then more. My knees braced on either side of Atlas’s thighs, as I moved up and down his length.

“Aura.”

It was a guttural plea and it only drove me higher. I moved faster as Atlas met me thrust for thrust. An angle of his hips and I was seeing stars. No, I was seeing us. Sparks of that silver that tied us together.

I let my hand trail down his pec to that metallic lightning bolt, stroking it with my finger.

“Fuck, Aura. Are you trying to kill me?”

A laugh bubbled out of me, but it quickly turned to a moan as Atlas’s fingers found my own silvery spots. Each time he passed over one, every sensation inside me intensified. As if some crazy drug had been injected into my system.

Atlas thrust harder, hitting a spot that had those silver sparks dancing again. The ground beneath us shook and I knew this could go sideways. But I couldn’t find it in me to care.

I would’ve let the whole world fall around us for more of this with Atlas.

His hips arched, driving deeper. My fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Find it, Aura. Find me.”

That was all it took. Everything in me twisted, pulling in tight and exploding around me in a cascade of colors. There was some of that silver, but there was the rainbow light that was at the core of being an elemental too. They swirled together as tremors rocked through me.

Wave after wave swept through me and just when I thought it would slow, they started all over again. Slowly, they lessened and ebbed. My chest heaved as I struggled to stay upright.

Atlas’s arms wrapped around me, holding me to him as we struggled for breath.

My hand found his stubbled cheek and as those hazel eyes met mine, I knew my world was forever changed.

7

Atlas helped me to my feet as the warm water rained down around us.

“I’m not sure I trust myself. My legs are like Jell-O.”

He sent a self-satisfied grin in my direction. “Jell-O, huh?”

I rolled my eyes as I reached for the shampoo. “You don’t have to be so cocky.”

He pressed his lips together to keep from smiling wider and snatched the shampoo from my hands. “Let me.”

I paused for a moment and then turned around to give him better access to my hair. He poured shampoo into his palms and worked it through my hair. I couldn’t help the low moan that escaped my lips as his fingertips dug into my scalp.

Atlas continued his ministrations, digging deeper. “You okay? It wasn’t too much, was it?”

“You mean, are you in trouble for almost giving me death by orgasm?”

He chuckled, the sound skating over me in a wave of warmth and vibration. “I meant, are you hurting?”

I did a quick inventory. Sure, I was a bit sore and my muscles shaky, but the pain in my chest was basically gone. I spun around. “I feel better.”

Atlas’s brows rose in question.

“My chest. It doesn’t hurt like it did before.”