"Your wish is my command," Atlas grinned, sitting up and reaching for her.
Ignoring the pain in his leg, he grasped Minerva's hips tightly and pulled her body to his, rolling them over to lay her on the bed underneath him. Then he reached down and guided his pulsing cock into her warm, wet folds. "Gods," he moaned, shifting his hips to slide in and out of her. "So fucking good."