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Third POV | Atlas's Perspective.

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The rain had begun to fall gently over Forks by the time Rosalie's car pulled up the long, winding drive leading to Atlas's estate. The twilight gloom filtered through the dense forest, the trees whispering secrets to the wind. Her sleek black BMW rolled to a quiet stop just outside the house.

She stepped out of the car gracefully draped in a navy blue, vintage-cut dress that hugged her hourglass figure, the skirt flowing elegantly to mid-calf. Her golden curls were pinned neatly in a soft updo, a style befitting her old age upbringing . Yet, the subtle smoky eye makeup and confident stride revealed a modern edge.

Atlas opened the massive double doors in a dark silk shirt rolled to the elbows and tailored slacks that fit his swimmer's build perfectly. His feet were bare, and a disarming smile curved his lips as he leaned casually against the door frame.

"Someone's early? I guess my charm is too much to resist" he said, his voice teasing, rich like coffee on a cold morning.

Rosalie raised an eyebrow, amused despite herself. "I didn't know you were such a narcissist?"

Hearing her Atlas couldn't help but chuckle. "What narcism when what I said was holy truth."

"Arrogant much, huh?" She snorted before a smirked reached her pouty lips. "You're lucky I like a bit arrogance in my men."

Atlas gave her smirk of his own before he disappeared briefly to grab a coat and returned fully dressed. He slipping into her car's passenger seat as if it had always been his place without even letting Rosalie react.

"Shall we go?" He asked making Rosalie shake her head amusedly.

She hopped into driver seat and turned on the engine with purr. She gave Atlas a look before hit the paddle making the car roar and drove out of Atlas's state.

The moment they hit the main road Rosalie slowed the car. The hum of the engine and the rhythm of the rain filled the air. Atlas watched Rosalie's hands on the wheel, graceful and comfortable like made to be there.

"You drive like you were born to it," he said, casting a sidelong glance.

"I was," she replied smoothly. "Before I even owned a car, I knew I'd be better at it than most men."

"That sounds like something you'd say just to make sure I don't get too comfortable."

"I don't do flattery. I do facts. I don't like when people put on a mask and pretend what they are not."

Atlas chuckled, admiring the flash of pride in her profile even though he noticed the anger when she said second part.

"Then I wont beat around the bush- you're breathtaking, it's a fact and not just tonight."

Rosalie didn't look at him, but her lips pressed together slightly. "You say things like that too easily."

"It's easy when they're true."

Her eyes flicked toward him, softening. But her voice stayed measured. "You don't have to charm me, Atlas. You already have the one thing that could ever matter."

She didn't say the words, but they both know what it was.

The drive wound past thick pine forests and into the glowing stretch of Port Angeles. Lights shimmered off the wet pavement, and Atlas looked out the window with a curious gaze.

"So," he said, "what's our first destination?"

Rosalie didn't reply and smirked, she drove them to a high overlook one that only local explorers knew. From there, the sea stretched out like a dark sheet beneath the rainclouds, and the town twinkled faintly in the distance.

She stepped out first, heels clicking softly against stone. Atlas eyes followed her back watching intently as her skirt rose and revealed her Shapley thighs that had small little freckles.

He looked away when she shot him a teasing smile and joined her under the drizzle, his psychic shield flaring gently to keep the rain from touching them. The raindrops slid around their barrier like a glass window.

Rosalie crossed her arms. "I used to come here when I needed to think. Sometimes, when I hated everything else."

"And now?" Atlas asked as he walked beside her looked at the breathtaking view.

"I'm still not sure what I feel," she admitted, voice quieter. "You… changed the equation."

Atlas turned to her, his tone serious. "Is that a good thing?"

"I don't know. I spent decades thinking I was cursed by the god to spend my existence in loneliness and unloved for my crimes but then you show up in Alice's vision and suddenly everything changed. A hope bloomed in my otherwise bleak existance. I grew even closer to Alice knowing our relation. Once more in my life I start looking forward to the future.

Atlas stepped closer, his hand wrapped around her small waist. Rosalie also scurried closer as her arms wraps around his neck and her face land on his chest seeking comfort.

Atlas felt her vulnerability, her confident and cold demeanour breaking as she showed him her true self. And he too decided to be honest with her.

"Rose…" She turned to face him gazing in his glowing eyes. "I want to be honest with you too. I know we have talked through the phone and you said you were fine with everything but-"

"Don't, I know its not your fault and I have come terms with it long before meeting you."

A silence permeated between them when Rosalie finished. They got lost in each other's eyes. Thier bond strengthening beyond what it was before.

If before it was fate bound now it was true. Atlas felt emotions that wasn't from their bond and he embraced it. He couldn't help but do it. Rosalie was everything he liked in a woman. She wasn't only a beautiful goddess but also has confident, nurturing, protective, understanding and fiercely protective to people she consider hers.

She was everything a man can asked in a lover.

"Rosalie Hale… I know I can't give you my everything and I know its hypocritical of me to say but I will love you with my all, I will never let you feel you're alone or not loved. I fulfill all your wishes not matter how impossible that may be. If you ask me pluck the moon then this planet will have no satellite as I will give it to you."

Atlas said seriously before his expression turned mischievous, "And I will also make your deepest longing come true. I will breed you and make you the mother of my children."

And that broke the camel as she smashed her lips into his, knowing everything he spoke true, even mother part from Alice's vision.

She hungrily kissed him as he reciprocated with equal passion. He bit her lips hard till they turned bloody and dived into her mouth and started abusing her tongue. At first Rosalie tried to fight but soon her tongue turned submissive and let his do whatever he desire.

While his tongue played with her mouth, his hands squeezed her small waist before they slid down under her skirt raised them making one of her innocent white panty clad cheek bare to the world.

He roughly squeezed her ass that was just made to breek. His rough action made her moan and broke their kiss. She looked up and moaned more as he kissed her jaw and trached it to her pale and unblemished neck.

Atlas felt her legs go weak as she completely let go and fell on to him. Her perfect motherly breast made to feed flattening on his hard chest.

As they got lost and lost in their play Atlas knew he had to stop as he didn't want her first to be here in open, maybe in future they can try but not now.

So with a spank on her pale ass that left a palm size red mark, he lowered her skirt and stopped kissing her neck.

He gave her one last peck before picking her up and walking to the car.

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After calming down thier date continue but with more playful touched and incendo filled flirting.

Their next stop was a hidden rooftop café Rosalie had chosen - a favorite of hers, surprisingly cozy and lit by soft, low-hanging lights. They took the farthest booth, tucked away behind tall potted plants.

They spoke of many things.

Rosalie told him about her human life wealthy, suffocating, filled with expectations she loathed. About how her father wanted her married off, her mother wanted her obedient and perfect trophy wife, and how she felt her life was like a costume party where everyone pretended what they were not, worse she couldn't leave.

She told him about Bryce and what happened to the night she was turned.

To say Atlas was angry was an understatement. He felt rage towards that piece of shit that was unquenchable. He knew the truth before hand but when Rosalie told him about it in an unsual fragile tone afraid he would judge something just flamed his anger.

He told Rosalie that it wasn't her fault and he wouldn't see her any lesser infact it only raised her image in his view. It goes to show just how strong she was to overcome it and even took revenge when many modern woman would have not let alone a woman who raised with old customs and traditions.

After the truth came they become even closer. The unseen weight Rosalie was carrying was completely destroyed. She became more free more uncaring of her image.

She flirted more, she touched him more giving him sultry smile that made it hard to resist.

Through-out the day she made him hard many times and gave him mischievous smile knowing he was suffering.

And so when she came to drop him at his house. Atlas thought enough was enough and decided to punish the nymph.

He held her arm and dragged her out of the car. She gave him challenging smile that made the fire inside his heart burn even brighter.

He slid his arm under her knees and lifted her in a princess carry making her yelp.

Rosalie's face turned red as all her cheekiness evaporated, she buried her face in his neck as he carried her inside the house.

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