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Our lips fuse together, effectively cutting the conversation, and as I relieve her of her leather jacket, she shivers in the cool breeze. Her eyes shine as I lift her t-shirt from her head, her breasts uncaged and mine to delight in.

She eases my jacket from my shoulders and returns the favor and I push her gently back onto the blanket we brought with us. I pull down her jeans, pressing light kisses on her silk clad pussy. She moans as I edge them aside and leisurely swipe her sodden clit and she moans softly as I sample an angel’s desire.

With one hand, I lower my jeans and then reach for my knife and cut through her panties. She gasps as I run the blade against her thigh and whisper hoarsely, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you more.” She whispers shyly as I press my cock against her pussy, happy we dealt with birth control a few weeks back. Nothing lies between me and my girl anymore. No condoms, no parents, and no restrictions. She is mine, and I want to experience every exquisite inch of her.

As I slide in, she moans my name. “Atom, I love it when you are inside me.”

I reach for her and pull her eager lips to mine, her head secured in the palm of my hand as I drive my tongue in deep. She moans against me as I fill her entirely and as I pump in and out, I hold her against me, as close as is physically possible. I am never as close to Clara as I want to be. If I could crawl inside her I would, owning every inch of her as I join our souls together. I can’t explain the power of my fascination with her. It was there the moment I set eyes on her and has never dissipated.

Next week she leaves for college and I hate how empty I feel at the prospect. I’ve gotten used to her lying in my bed at night and waking to her sweet smile in the morning. I remind myself it’s only for a few years. We have the rest of our lives together and this is a mere drop in the ocean of that.

“Atom” She gasps as she clenches my cock and as she squeezes me hard, it drives a violent orgasm through my entire body, my heart beating against hers as we ride the wave together.

Always together.

We spendthe night on the ridge. We talk, make love and future plans. The stars smile down on us and the soft breeze is warm. This is our perfect night while we delight in one another on the top of the world.

As the sun comes up over the horizon, she sits between my legs, her back against my chest as I kiss her neck softly.

“I love it here. Let’s build a house on this spot one day.”

I chuckle against her luscious neck. “The authorities may have something to say about that angel.”

“We can make it happen, Atom. We can do anything.”

Right at this moment, I really believe we can.

When I dropClara home in the early hours, my heart is heavy when I leave her. It always is and even though her parents backed off, I still haven’t met them and that doesn’t sit well with me. I am serious about her and want to reassure them about that. Clara told me she was ashamed of them, but part of me wonders if it’s me she is ashamed of. I bite back my worriesbecause we will deal with her parents when the time is right and as I head home, I switch my mind to business.

There are many meetings set up to finalize the sale and in three day’s time, The Darkside will be our new home.

CHAPTER 21

CLARA

I’m exhausted, but happy. Last night was magical in every sense of the word, and I walk into the house with a dreamy smile on my face. Mom is the first person I see, and I don’t miss the tightness to her smile and the dark shadows underneath her eyes.

“Clara.” She sighs and my heart bangs frantically as I sense something is off.

“Your father wants a word.”

My heart sinks. “Why?”

“He’s in the living room. Don’t keep him waiting.”

I’m wary of the gleam in her eye and the resignation lining her face. Mom has put up with a lot over the years and sometimes I wonder if she’s happy. I wish we had the kind of relationship where it would be okay to ask, but she has always kept our relationship strictly as mother and daughter. She has friends to confide in and yet seeing her now, I wonder if in the future I could be one of them.

We head inside the room and my father turns from his position by the window and points to the couch.

“Take a seat, Clara. I’ll keep this brief.”

“Keep what? What’s going on?” I ask, fearful I won’t like the subject matter. Since our last conversation, our relationship has been a stilted one. Not many words have been exchanged between us, and his disapproval has been palpable. Now he appears resigned to something and I wonder what has happened because for some reason I don’t think this is about me anymore, or Atom.

“Next week you go to college.”

He states the obvious and I nod, too fearful to speak.

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