Atlas Pov
She was perfect in every way, her porcelain skin glowing under the soft light of the room. I couldn't get enough of her, my eyes tracing the curves of her body. I didn't even want to get up when I did, afraid that this was all just a dream. When I finally mustered the courage to rise, it was only for a fleeting moment before I returned to her, my hands eager to feel her softness once again.
Her warmth enveloped me as I touched her. I couldn't control myself, my desire palpable. Yet, she seemed to welcome my touch, responding to it with a fervor that mirrored my own.
With gentle strokes, I explored every inch of her body, committing the texture of her skin to memory. Her breath hitched as I cupped her breasts, a soft moan escaping her lips. "You said you were in heat, is that
