Maybe it was my approaching unavoidable doom, but I noticed I hadn't been sucked into the crystal for the longest time. That, to me, was the weirdest thing ever, but one I won't complain about.

When Atlas and I both got back to the mansion, it was strangely quiet. Not a lot of activity, which was highly unusual. Lazarus's mansion was always crawling with vampires and human feeders.

Atlas must have read my thoughts because he answered my unspoken question.

"I asked for some privacy." He swept me up a second later and inhumanely sped to the bedroom we were staying in.

The second we were in the room, he had me up against the wall before I could even blink. His lips slammed over my lips with a feral longing. I wrapped my arms around shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist.

Atlas broke the kiss long enough to lick and suck on my neck. I felt his sharp canines digging into the skin of my neck and a throbbing sensation wrung between my legs. I moaned and exposed my neck some more.

I pushed all thoughts aside and focused on what was in front of me—a starving man. A man that belongs to me.

"Ophelia, I can't stop," he whispered hoarsely against my skin.

"I'm not asking you to," I moaned.

Atlas rubbed his hard erection over my pantie covered core, and it increased the burn inside my body. I liked it. I liked it so much that I rubbed myself over his erection and, to my utter delight; he groaned while carrying me over to the bed.

Dropping me on my back onto the bed, I watched him grab the hem of his shirt and stripped it off in one swift move. Unbuckling his belt, buttons, and zippers, his body fell on top of mine. His lips found mine again. He didn't undress completely, and I was still completely clothed. I wanted to ask him why, but words died on my lips when I felt his fingers slide up my inner thigh and slip their way under my panties and to my wet core.

The sensation was unreal. I've done it myself before, but to feel another person's fingers touching me was a completely fresh feeling. It fed the fire inside my body, and I couldn't resist tearing my lips to whimper.

"Fuck, you're so wet already, Ophelia."

"Mhmm, deeper," I ordered.

He pinched my clit, and I released a squeal. Our eyes connected, and a mischievous glint appeared in his crimson eyes. A second later, two fingers slid up and down my core. It circled the opening, but never went in.

"You're so wet, you're dripping. I could smell your sweet scent already. I want to taste you on my lips and tongue. Drink you in all ways possible."

Uh, hell yes!

As if he read my thoughts, I heard tearing, and Atlas's head disappeared beneath the skirt of my dress. I felt his mouth on me a second later and GOD Almighty! His tongue and mouth were a magical sex toy. It did all kinds of moves that I couldn't think straight. I couldn't lay still. I wiggled and arched my behind for more. He ate me like he was licking whip cream off a cake.

He increased his speed, and I almost died. The wave came on so fast; I cried out loud and tugged at the sheets. Atlas grabbed onto my ass cheeks and literally pressed my core into his mouth and he drank me dry. My body shivered with each stroke and lick.

When the wave stopped, I collapsed onto the bed. It was the longest and most sensitive orgasm I have ever had. My muscles ached from tightening for so long.

Without wasting a second, Atlas did it again. I moaned louder and felt another wave building inside of me. I have never gone for a second orgasm before. This would be the first time, and I don't know if my body was physically prepared for what was coming. Either way, it was coming.

Atlas flipped our position. I straddled his head while he lied down. I began rocking my core of his tongue and God, did it feel amazing. I gripped his head while I rocked. A part of me warned me not to suffocate him, but nothing made sense in my mind. All I knew was I needed that next hit and he was the only person who would bring me there.

When I increased my speed, Atlas knew what I wanted, and how close I was. Biting my clit gently with his canines was the last straw, and I squirted into his mouth. He sucked everything.

Weaker than ever, I wanted to collapse onto the bed, but Atlas got other ideas.

He flipped us over again and this time, his head popped out from beneath my skirt. He ripped the top of my dress and exposed my breasts. With hungry, desperate hands, he gripped them before pinching my nipples. I moaned my protest, but my body was already responding to his touch again. When his lips latched over my nipple and sucked like a newborn baby, I forgot all about exhaustion.

What exhaustion? That word doesn't exist.

Lost in the feels of him sucking on my nipples, I didn't feel his dick until he entered me. Atlas was a big boy all over. The moment he filled me, I stopped breathing. The feeling of our connection through that one thrust was spellbinding. I never felt that complete in my life.

Sweat beaded down his forehead as he waited. His face shoved between my breasts. I felt how tense his body was.

When he looked up, his eyes were blazing. They glowed like devil's fire. Grabbing onto my hands, he pinned them above my head. Pulling out, he rammed his dick deep inside my core. I felt him on every inch and hitting a spot. I don't think was even possible.

Bending down, he bit into my breasts, marking me all over again. Sucking my blood and probably creating a murder scene. His hips rocked and slammed into my body in a way that got me crying out his name repeatedly.

I felt his bite over my heart next before it traveled to my other breast. With each bite, he grew stronger and more feral. It shouldn't excite me, but dear heavens, it did. I even arched my neck for him to bite some more and this bloody mate of mine was more than glad to give it to me.

Atlas pulled back after biting my neck. Blood dripped down his chin and covered his body. With that much blood, I must be a horror show, but goddamn it, he better finish whatever he started. I couldn't stop. I wanted more and when he released my hands; I moved them instantly to his ass and dug my fingers in.

"Deeper," I ordered.

"Fuck," he snarled and moved back to grip my hips. He raised them into their air and pounded into me. It drilled deeper and harder than ever. I moaned in happiness.

He flipped me over onto my backside, lifted my ass into the air, and fucked me from behind. I gasped in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation. It felt even better and I couldn't resist pushing my butt towards him.

He slapped it hard before giving me what I asked.

When I felt my muscles tightened and I couldn't lie still anymore, Atlas increased his speed. Loud groans and growls emanating from his body.

"Atlas, I need to-"

"Do it."

I released the hold, and my entire body shook. Atlas snarled and leaned forward, still pounding into me hard from behind. I couldn't resist until I heard a guttural sound from deep inside his chest and his fingers dug into the skin of my hips as he emptied inside of me. We both finished together.

I thought we were done, but Atlas was still hard as fuck.

A fourth orgasm? Fuck...I don't know.

His fingers slid under me and fiddled with my clit. My body came to life again and I couldn't believe it. All it took was a pinch, a caress, and him sliding his finger down my slit.

"Atlas..." I weakly protested.

"Give me one more, Ophelia." He slid his finger into me and touched a spot that got my body all back to speed.

"Mm...Atlas, so good."

"Good?" he replied in a throaty, low voice.

"Your fingers are so good." I tried explaining.

He pulled out his dick and slid it back inside me slowly.

"And what about him?"

"Oh...I'm not sure. How about you do that again and I'll tell you?"

He pulled out and rammed it back inside me.

"Cheeky, Red." Red? I like that nickname.

"Again." Atlas didn't argue. He slowly fucked me this time, and I loved every moment.

I memorized every stretch and fill that I felt. I loved the way he licked and kissed all over my shoulders and spine.

When he flipped me over to my backside, he slid his hands behind me and carried us to the bathroom, where we finished.

I wasn't kidding when I said I would look like a murder scene. My entire body was covered in my blood before we went into the shower.

When we were done, I realized I couldn't walk upright anymore. My legs shook and Atlas couldn't help laughing.

"This isn't funny. It is all your fault," I grumbled as I leaned against the bathroom counter with nothing on but one of his t-shirts. "Your dick is too big."

One corner of his lips lifted as he walked over and swept me up. He had on a pair of sleeping pants. He carried me over to the bed, but what I saw on the bed was worse. It looked like he slaughtered me alive on the bed.

"We can't sleep here."

Atlas grabbed the comforter that was stained with my blood and threw it onto the floor before dropping me on the bed. He slid into bed next to me. I snuggled into the crook of his arms.

It didn't take me long to fall asleep. After all, four ... or was that five orgasms? Fuck, I don't even remember. This was the first time someone ever gave me five orgasms in one night. The amount of sweat, body rubbing, grunting, and moaning that came from all that was sensuous and addicting. My hand trailed over Atlas's chest. I traced every hard plane and curve on it. This immortal was made of rocks.

Atlas's hand fell on top of mine. He kissed the top of my head while he squeezed my hand.

"Touch me like that and I might just end up between your legs again, Ophelia."

When he said my name, I recalled what he called me earlier.

"You called me Red."

"It suits you. Your hair reminds me of fiery embers."

"I like it." I shifted my head from beneath his chin to look at him. He kissed my nose.

"Then I'll call you Red from now on."

"No, I mean, I like it when you say it while fucking me."

A slow smirk appeared on his face and he captured my lips into a hard kiss. His other hand snaked around and grabbed one of my ass cheeks and squeezed. I could feel his hard erection pressed up against my stomach. My body was responding already when he broke the kiss and tucked my head back under his chin.

"Go to sleep, Ophelia. You'll need it for later."

Later?

I sighed and allowed sleep to take over. It didn't take long. It came quickly, and before I knew it; I was swept into oblivion.