Page 11 of Saving You Losing Me

“Why me? Is it for the kicks, the unattainable perhaps?”

“You devalue yourself, darlin”.

My voice lowers. “It was always you, princess. I told you that. But you were a girl, not a woman. So, I waited.”

“And you expect me to believe that?”

There is no scorn in her voice, merely curiosity, and I laugh softly. “I’m not saying I’ve been an angel. Even dark angels have needs.”

“So much for waiting.” A small laugh accompanies her words, and I step a little closer.

“When you ride as a club, it holds a certain fascination for the chicks. They want a piece of the action and to be required.”

“Required? How romantic.”

She rolls her eyes and yet her amused smile tells me she’s not horrified, which I admire.

“But–”

I step forward and grasp her hand, dragging it to my chest and as I press her soft fingers against my heart, I whisper gruffly, “But I have never been inside a single one of them.”

Her eyes widen in shock.

“You’re lying. Are you seriously telling me you’re a–”

“Virgin.”

I cock my brow. “In no other way than that, princess. I told you. I was saving that pleasure for you.”

“But–” She steps a little closer. “How? I mean–”

She gazes up into my eyes and I almost blow my stack because the moonlight casts a shadow across her face that takes my breath away. She is so beautiful. She always was and as her eyes shine and her hard gaze softens, I have an irresistible urge to kiss her.

“Everything but, princess. The final act has been reserved for you.”

“Atom!” Her eyes shine with diamonds that sparkle as the tears fall and she reaches up and drags my head toward hers and lightly touches my lips. This time she controls the kiss and as she bites down gently on my lower lip I close my eyes. Her tongue edges inside and wraps around mine and her soft moan against my lips is like an angel beckoning me to my downfall.

I kiss her back, but she is in control here and her hands slip under my t-shirt and her nails glide against my inked skin.

I am in no hurry but our time has run out and as the alarm on my phone sounds, she springs back.

“What’s that?”

“Decision time.”

I grasp her head and pull her roughly to me and whisper against her lips, “What’s it to be, princess? Do we step into the unknown together or I take you home and we carry on with our lives?”

“Is that my choice, not–?”

She appears confused and I stroke her face lightly and smile. “If you thought I wanted our first time to be in a derelict house up against decaying walls, then think again baby. You deserve the best, and I want to make it count. The purpose of this was to claim your heart, not your body, because if I have that, the rest follows in good time.”

“How will this work, Atom?”

I sense the doubts creeping in and say fiercely, “I have nothing to offer you but my heart. I’m offering it to you in a condemned house because I am a condemned man if you refuse to take it.”

I stroke her face softly and whisper, “I live a hard life that is full of danger and adversity. I can’t give you money, material things or maintain the life you are living, but I can give your life meaning. It’s your choice and I will accept your decision.”

Before she can utter one word in response, her cell rings out loud in the silence, destroying the moment, and she pulls away, her eyes wide with fear.

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