Page 255 of Chandelier Sin
Atticus had opened the door to my cage and set me free.
My heart was soaring.
Being adored by him made tears well up in my eyes and made my throat tighten as I choked up with the emotion of it, because I had been suppressed for so many years.
Before this I had never been real, or authentically me, never true to what I could be until this moment.
All that went before, all the struggles, the pain, the stress andanxiety, all the burden and the poison I had drunk, it was all seeping away.
Fear was being taken from me.
In my heart I wanted to deserve him. Wanted to prove I was capable of the kind of love he was showing me.
He hadn’t spoken a word of his feelings, but I felt his adoration in the core of my being.
He was the light in the darkness.
I trusted him to guide me out of this nightmare. Just as he promised he would.
For the first time, I saw a future for myself and my beautiful daughter.
I could see the life I had only imagined becoming a possibility. It was the way he touched me so reverently, loving me back with more adoration than I’d ever experienced before.
I’d never known it could be like this.
I didn’t know.
My thoughts again returned to Pendulum.
I vowed to bring every single person trapped in there out to find their freedom. I would not rest. I would not waver.
“Stay with me,” Atticus whispered, bringing my thoughts back.
He continued to bestow his love, unfolding punishments and pleasures, each time checking in with me to gauge my tolerance. Yet pushing me a little more each time.
“You will come,” he demanded.
Atticus buried two fingers inside me and pumped, keeping me in subspace, and I came hard, trembling against the metal frame, thighs shaking violently, as he hit the spot that sent me into freefall.
Gone from this world, I was taken by him into another dimension of existence.
Finally, he pushed to his feet and crushed his mouth to mine, kissing me hard, and our tongues fought and tangled, shared all that had gone before, firm and demanding, an intimate passion that raged on and on and on.
We were one at last.
He lifted me up and brought my thighs around his waist, burying his cock inside me, deep and penetrating.
His eyes glimmered with possessiveness.
He’d know if I showed any signs of faking my pleasure.
But that would never happen again. He always stayed with me, waiting with me, until there was no denying an orgasm had snatched my breath away and taken me with it.
We’d gone beyond my doubt—or his—my body yearning for him, even as he held me now, even as he glided in and out using my slickness with a slow control.
In this, our harmonious rhythm, I was exhilarated, obedient to his unique combination of skills that I constantly craved. Our mutual trust was now a given.
I had opened my heart to the man with the snake tattoo.
