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I feel something so much deeper. Don’t you?

“Gods, yes,” I admit.

Thrust.

Tell me what it is.

“Love.”

Thrust.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper frantically. Shadows wrap around my ankles, holding them apart at the base of the throne while another strokes my clit in swift, tight circles.

Atlys pumps into me, quickening his pace.

I stop holding myself up and lean back onto his broad chest, mesmerized by the filthy noises we’re making in this abandoned alleyway, only the stars above to witness our union.

I smirk to myself as the realization hits. I can replay this memory if I want, can’t I? My cheeks burn at the thought of returning to this very moment when I’m alone and Atlys returns to the Underworld.

Steps echo, and a large wooden door I hadn’t noticed before starts to creak open on its hinges.

The shadow throne disappears in an instant. Atlys has me pushed against the wall, face buried in his chest, shadows a deep, thick blue.

The worker whistles with a trash bag over his shoulder, completely unaware of two people fornicating right in front of him, as he walks to the other end of the alley to the dumpster.

My eyes lock on Atlys’s, and a stroke of boldness overtakes me. Knowing he has us hidden in shadows, I lift my leg to his hip.

An invitation.

The ground shakes ever so slightly as Atlys tries to hold back his need.

I reach for his cock and guide him inside. His whole body shudders as he slowly enters me once more.

The worker slams his garbage into the dumpster and resumes his whistling, turning back toward the door. Toward us.

My eyes roll as Atlys lifts my leg even higher, pressing into me with his restrained hunger.

The wooden door creaks. Slams shut.

Atlys’s mouth is on mine as he picks up my other leg, holding me. He swipes his tongue along my lips, and I melt.

Metaphorically and physically.

Every nerve is like a tightly strung bow string—any more tuning and I’ll break.

Our mouths collide as our hands search with a level of desperation that I didn’t realize we had for one another, racing for release.

He holds me as we kiss and fuck, faster and faster until I bite my scream into his shoulder. Atlys thrusts into me one final time, meeting his own release as I experience aftershocks.

After a minute of pure, black-out bliss, Atlys sets me down.

I adjust my skirt. “That was…”

“Magnificent.”

I grab his hand and pull him into a hug, so grateful that we were able to be with each other, even if for a fleeting moment. “I don’t want you to leave.”

He remains silent.