At first, my past life memories came to me like dreams. I would dream about running in the fields with a little girl. Gazing at the stars together with her. I also remembered crying at the death of two elderly couples. These memories came incoherently. I could only compare it to trying to put the puzzle pieces together.

I didn't understand it at first.

Until I hit the age of ten and had a car accident. During that time, I fell into a deep coma. I slept for five months and during that time, all my memories came flooding in. The missing puzzle pieces fitted and a sense of understanding hit me.

My brother, Elias, said I cried while in a deep coma. When I opened my eyes, I whispered Atlas's name. Ever since then, I've turned my interest to historical artifacts. It was the only thing I knew that would bring me closer to Atlas.

During this time, I waited for the day I would meet him again. I talked to Elias once about my dreams, even tried convincing him reincarnation was true. He told me to never speak about it. I sounded crazy.

If I were him, I wouldn't believe it either. How could anyone be as lucky to be reincarnated with all their memories? My insecurity and fear of rejection stopped me from seeking Atlas out. It didn't stop me from praying that I might meet him one day.

Then it came.

I saw him.

He was walking on the streets of Paris and looked as handsome as ever. I couldn't resist but walked up to him.

When I did, though, I didn't expect to bump into him. He didn't even glance my way. Instead, he bent down to pick up his phone and mumbled a reply to my apology.

I assumed he didn't recognize my voice.

To my surprise, though, I saw him later that day. He walked into the lecture hall with purpose. When he spoke, I clung to every word.

After the lecture, I couldn't resist but rushed forward. The look of surprise on his face made my heart beat faster. Did he recognize me? Would he pull me into a death grip hug?

Instead, he asked me what my name was. He doesn't know that it's me. Disappointment hit me hard, but it didn't stop me from being more determined. I needed to find time to convince him.

Then I saw him in the standing rain with a cup of coffee in his hand and an umbrella in the other. Even in the rain, he looked magnificent. When he walked over and handed me a handkerchief, my fingers shamelessly brushed up against his as I grabbed the cloth to wipe my face.

I wanted to shout out that I was his Ophelia, but I was afraid he would push me away.

So, I pretended.

Our interactions were fleeting, but powerful. Like a magnetic pull, all cells and fiber in my body responded to his presence.

When I received the call from Silas, I was elated. I couldn't wait and spent the next several hours finding what to wear. I finally settled on a satin dress and white cardigan. When he took me around back and confessed his love for me, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

My Love has suffered for so long.

I was prepared to tell him everything at that moment, but my phone rang.

Perfect timing.

Of course, it was Elias. He scolded me for leaving and knowing my location, but I couldn't let him ruin my moment. I needed to tell Atlas.

Then Atlas reached over and grabbed the keychain. Our eyes met then, and he cried.

My Atlas cried.

And my heart broke.

I reached over to cradle his beautiful face.

He yanked me into his arms.

And for the first time, I felt I was home.

I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. He buried his face in my chest.

"Ophelia, it's really you."

I smiled through my tears.

"It's me."

Atlas pulled back. One of his hands moved up to my hair. He threaded his fingers through them. Our glistening eyes met. A second later, he yanked my head down for a thorough, desperate kiss. My hands moved to his cup on the side of his neck as I fought to kiss him back just as feverishly.

His other hand yanked my body closer to his, and I pressed my upper body into his body. Our endless kiss spoke for our years apart. Atlas shifted my position to straddle him. My dress hiked up above my thighs, but our kisses never broke.

When we finally broke our connection to gasp for air, his lips moved down my jaw line and to my neck. I felt his lips latched on and he sucked on the piece of sensitive skin. A moan escaped me and I felt how hard he was between my legs.

"Atlas," I gasped when he released his breath and fanned over the hickey.

I pulled back to look at him. Our lips swollen from our hungry kisses. His hands slid up my hips, down my waist, and around my back to my spine.

"I need you." The desperation in his voice snuffed any lingering protest. I nodded my head, and he got up. His hands were firmly around my bottom as he carried me inside the house.

"Put me down. What if someone sees us?"

"No one would dare enter the home without my permission," he replied as he made his way through the home. I don't know where he was taking me.

When he kicked open a door and we entered, he still didn't drop me to the floor to walk on my own. Instead, he walked straight for the king size bed and dropped me before covering me with his body.

His fingers brushed over my hairline and then caressed my forehead, down the bridge of my nose. He looked back at me. He didn't have to say anything. I could read it in his eyes. How much he loves and misses me. The longing shined brightly in his crimson irises.

Desperate to feel him, I cupped his face and brought his lips down to mine. I kissed him hard and long. I wanted him to feel me as much as I felt him. I heard a deep vibration in his chest before his fingers touched my thighs and he yanked up the hem of my dress to above my waist.

His finger brushed over my white lace thong and he yanked it off. I felt his fingers between my legs a second later. At the first touch, my hips jerked towards his fingers.

"Have you been touched here before?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"I'm a virgin."

"Fuck," he groaned before dipping down between my legs.

I felt his hot mouth latch and suck. His tongue swirled over my sensitive clit and then down to my entrance. The feeling was phenomenally erotic and all coherent thoughts disappeared.

The pace and pressure of his tongue increased, and I could feel my insides clenching at the sight of orgasm. My hands went to his hair, and I threaded my fingers into the lush midnight strands. He sucked hard on my clit and I released an orgasmic cry. My thighs clenched, but his hands firmly kept my legs apart.

"I missed this," he said hotly against my throbbing clit.

"I can't wait, Atlas. Fuck me."

"Fuck," he groaned and stood up to rip off his sweater and unbutton his pants. I sat up to remove my cardigan.

He was a lot faster than me in discarding his clothes. A second later, he pressed me back onto the bed. I didn't even get to pull off my dress.

Atlas answered my distress by ripping off the thin material. It shredded straight down.

"Hey-" I mumbled my protest.

He chuckled before pulling down my lace bra to suck on my nipple.

"Oh," I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair again.

I felt his hard cock pressed up against my thigh. He was throbbing and pulsating against my thigh. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I twisted so I was on top.

Using my hands, I explored the hard plane of his chest. My sex was right on top of his sex. I rubbed up and down the length. My wetness lubricated his cock. He tossed his head back with his eyes closed. His fingernails digging into my thighs.

"I waited for this moment," I breathed. "How much I want you inside of me and taking me as yours again."

"Fuck, Red. I can't take it." He shot up and caught my lips.

He deepened the kiss while I rocked against his hard length. A whimper leaving my lips at how it teased my clit. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipple. His other hand moved to cup my ass and grounded my sex against his hard length. I hissed at the hard, sensual friction.

I wanted to give him more. I wanted to taste him, but Atlas stopped my advancement when I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance. He slipped the tip of his cock inside. I pulled in my bottom lip to chew on.

"At your own pace, Red," he said huskily.

I slowly lowered myself onto his cock and with each inch, I felt him stretch me more. Sweat beaded both our bodies. I pressed my forehead against his forehead. My hands rested on his broad shoulders as I focused on both the pain and pleasure.

"Show me how badly you want me inside of you," he urged.

I sank the rest of the way down, breaking my thin hymen. Tears wet the corners of my eyes at the abrupt sting. He kissed the corners of my eyes and waited for me to adjust to his side.

I adjusted myself a little on top of him and noticed that I no longer feel the sting. I captured his lips and began riding him slowly. The slow sliding up and down his hard length. At first, it stung a little, but my body soon got used to it and I was riding hard. My breasts fell out of my bra cups and bounced up and down in front of his face.

"It's so good," I panted, not being able to stop. I needed more. I wanted more.

I would pull out, only to slam back down hard to the hilt of his length. A low, guttural sound vibrated from his chest. I pushed him back down onto the bed and placed my hands on his chest. Digging my fingernails deep, I rode him hard and fast. His hands dug into my thighs.

"God, Atlas, I missed this. I want you deep inside of me-"

He flipped me over and onto my back. Apparently, he wanted control now.

Atlas lifted my waist off the bed before pummeling into me. The new angle sent me over the edge, and I cried out loud as another orgasm hit. My thigh muscles were shaking at how long the orgasm took. He didn't stop, though.

Atlas dropped his body over mine, propping himself by his elbows. He slowly rocked in and out of me. Our eyes connected and, needless to say, I felt the internal connection and love we have through that simple look. He kissed my lips hard and slammed his cock all the way inside of me. His kiss muffled my cry at how it felt.

He moved his lips down to the crook of my neck. I felt his cock grow larger. The pulsing of his cock could be felt against my tight walls. I knew he was close. I felt his fangs dig into my sensitive skin.

"Make me yours, Atlas."

He didn't need me to tell him twice. He increased his pace almost erratically and dug in his fangs. The smell of blood emitted into the air. I screamed through another orgasm. His release coated my inner walls as he continued to pump inside of me.

The connection felt like immediate sparks. Lighting through our veins and every cell of my body. It felt like after a long vacation; I was finally home and safe.

When Atlas stopped pumping inside of me, he retracted his fangs. He pulled back to look at me adoringly. Blood dripped down from his mouth and neck. His cock was still pulsing inside of me.

Suddenly, Atlas's phone rang. Grunting his displeasure, he pulled out and looked for his phone in his khakis.

"Hello?" Atlas answered.

His eyes flew to me before he responded again.

"Alright. Let him in." Atlas hung up before moving to pick me up from the bed. He carried me to what looked like an attached bathroom.

He dropped me onto my feet in front of the shower. My legs quivered unsteadily from so many orgasms. I had to hold on to him to stop me from falling on my butt.

"Your brother is here. Shower here and we'll go see him."

"Why don't we shower together?" I asked with arched eyebrows and a grin.

Atlas smirked before leaning down to slap my bare butt.

"I won't be able to keep my hands off you. You're safer without me in the shower with you."

I pouted but jumped into the shower. If Elias was here, I didn't want him walking in on Atlas and me.