Mature content incoming, don't like it, skip it, won't change the story line.
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Atlas didn't set Claire down when they crossed the threshold. He kicked the door shut with a resounding THUD, the latch clicking like a lock on the rest of the world.
Moonlight flooded the small lunar, gilding every surface, turning the thick crimson rug into a sea of crimson and shadow. The air was heavy with cedar and her lavender scent, now laced with the sharper, unmistakable tang of arousal.
He pinned her against the closed door first, her back to the wood, his body caging her completely. One hand tangled in her half-undone braid, yanking her head back so her throat was bared to him. His mouth descended like a conqueror—teeth scraping, tongue licking a hot stripe up her neck before he sucked hard enough to bruise.
Claire whimpered, the sound raw and needy. "Atlas—"
