The Girl Who Always Wins (Soulless 13)

His eyes shifted back and forth as he looked into mine, ignoring Mason.

My hand remained on my glass, and my breathing started to spike once I realized this was real.

He continued to stare, the old intensity in his eyes, the way he used to look at me every single time he saw me.

My sadness intensified. I missed him. Missed him more than I’d realized. Missed him enough to make my eyes water.

He moved in.

My hand grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him in at the same time.

His lips landed on mine, a sweet reunion between our mouths, a touch that was so good it made me weak. A catharsis ensued, tears leaving my eyes, my hands digging in his hair, the two of us locked in an embrace like we were somewhere else, not at the bar in a casino.

He came closer, his arm hooking around my waist, tugging me into him, standing where Mason had been a moment ago. He breathed life into me as he kissed me, his hand sliding down to my ass to give it a squeeze. “Baby…”

I pushed the door so hard that it flung open and made a dent in the wall. “Shit…”

Atlas grabbed the zipper at the back of my dress as he guided me into the suite, the door clicking shut behind us a moment later. His chest was to my back, and he grabbed on to my throat as he kissed me, his other hand shoving the dress down to the floor. My panties were pushed off next as he guided me to the bed before he pushed me to my knees at the edge.

He yanked my heels off before he pulled his shirt over his head.

In a rush, I rolled over then ripped his jeans open, popping off the button by mistake.

He kicked everything off, along with his shoes, and then moved between my legs at the edge of the bed.

Just like the first time we were together, he sank inside me with his massive hard-on and watched my expression as I welcomed him. We were skin-on-skin this time, and fuck, it felt so good.

I clung to his arms as they pinned my knees back, breathed into his face, overwhelmed by the reunion between our bodies. We were two people who met in a bar, unable to keep our hands off each other, but it was much more intense than that, because we loved each other.

He groaned when he was inside me, pausing to take a breath, his eyes drilling into mine.

I grabbed on to his ass and tugged him inside me because it’d been so long since I’d had this, since the last time we’d made love in his bed. There’d been nobody else, and my hand was never used because I was just too depressed.

But now, I was on cloud nine.

We moved together, moaning, grunting, sweating, clutching each other tightly, fucking each other’s brains out because we were so damn in love. I held on to him as I looked him in the eye, seeing the dark gaze that filled my darkest nights. I stayed focused, gazes locked, and said his name a million times. “Atlas…”

We slowed things down deeper into the night, sometime after two but before sunrise.

My head was on the pillow, my ankles locked around his waist, my heels digging into his ass. We moved together, sharing heated kisses, rocking our hips to feel each other, gasping for breath because this reality felt like a dream.

No words were spoken, our bodies doing all the talking, being together in a way that said everything that needed to be said.

I didn’t ask if there’d been anyone else in between—because I knew his answer.

Every time I came, it wasn’t from a physical high, but an emotional resonance from our joined souls. I was just happy, deliriously happy, reunited with the man I wanted for the rest of my life.

He came with a groan, filling me again, his eyes locked on to mine to watch my reaction as I took him.

I could take that load every night for the rest of my life.

He breathed with me for a while longer, his body sinking mine into the mattress, eyes on mine. When he rolled off, he stayed close, his arm scooping underneath my back to pull me against him, so we could go back to our favorite position when we snuggled.

My face immediately went to his shoulder, my arm around his waist, and I closed my eyes and felt serenity for the first time in nearly a month.

His lips moved to my forehead and brushed a kiss there, his coarse hair scratching me slightly.

In silence, we lay together, as if no time had passed, as if it’d always been this way.

As if he hadn’t broken my heart.

His deep voice pierced the silence. “I’m sorry.”