"It's just a scratch," Atlas said with a shrug, turning her around in his arms so that he was pressed up against her back.
Leaning his head down, he began kissing a her neck. "Behaving is no fun," he told her, his fingers playing over her middle. "Misbehaving is so much better. You were very naughty the other night." Pausing at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he latched on with his teeth and gently sucked at her skin, just enough to leave the tiniest of marks. "Which might be why I haven't been able to stop thinking about it as well."
He pulled away from her then and walked over to the fire, taking a seat on the rug in front of it. "And yes, I am a bit hungry."