He had to shift her. Couldn't do this while they were both kneeling. He lifted her carefully, moved her to the bed.
The moment he laid her down, she realized what was happening. What he was about to do.
"No—" She tried to close her legs, roll away. "Atlas, no, please don't—"
"Hold her still," Dante commanded.
Dante sat on the bed, pulled Novalee back against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, trapping her wrists against her own body in a vice-like bear hug. Her back pressed against him, his chin on her shoulder.
"No! No, please!" Novalee fought against his grip. "Don't make him do this!"
"Shh." Dante's voice was right in her ear. "This is what you wanted. Connection with Atlas. Well, here it is."
She tried to close her legs, kick away. But she couldn't move her arms to defend h
