She didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak. Just stared.
I waited, but she didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Of course she was overwhelmed. There were three-hundred-and-sixty-nine pictures on that wall, and I had each carefully chosen moment memorized.
She just needed a guide.
I stepped in beside her, pointing to a framed newsletter. “This was the first one you ever sent out. The theme announcementwith you blowing a kiss.” I traced her image with my finger. “And this,” I pointed to a picture of her walking to the Winged Palance, “your first night at the club. You were leaving your apartment, remember? The beginning of it all.”
She moved closer, eyes devouring the timeline of her life.Ourlife.
Her gaze landed on her white lacy thong pinned in a glass case. I rushed to explain.
“That was from?—”
“Angel night,” she said quietly, stepping closer. “I did a strip tease and threw that into the crowd after disappearing behind the curtain.”
She was remembering. Verifying. Making all of this so real, so worth all the time and dedication I put into this.
That night, I’d followed the sick fuck who caught it, broken into his place, and killed him while he was jerking off with it pressed to his nose. He wasn’t worthy. Not of her. Not ofanythingthat had to do with her.
Now, it was here. Safe. Treasured. As it should be.
She leaned in to study the photos, and my heart soared. She understood. Shegot it.She wasmysoulmate. Even if she never wanted me back, I’d still love her endlessly, still be in the shadows watching… but I craved so much more.
And then she pointed. “How did you get this?”
My heart stuttered as I looked at the picture, knowing this could go either way, but I would never lie to her. Not once. If shewanted to burn me down, exact some violence for the intrusion, so be it. I’d die in her fire, smiling.
“That was after the sensory show you did. The first night you and Van…” My voice faltered when I saw her expression, eyes wide, lips tight.
Scrambling, I pointed at the picture to show her why it was here. “Butlookat it. It’s perfect. He’s not even in the shot. Just you. Glowing. Luminescent. You stole the whole damn night.”
She didn’t soften or look back at the picture. Her eyes were on me, her face not giving away any of her thoughts.
“I want to see it.”
I flinched, but she jabbed her finger at the picture. “The video. I want to see the video you took this from.”
I turned slowly, nodding because I would never deny her anything, I just hoped she wouldn’t hate me. Turning to the keyboard, I tapped on a few keys, waking up my system. I opened the folder and clicked the file.
The six screens lit up at once.
There she was. White corset. Wings out. Hair flowing like the wind was blowing it. Her eyes burned, lips curled in a sinful smile as she stalked forward. An angelic vision that would take you straight to hell.
“Fuck, you have a gorgeous body.” Her sassy voice came out the speakers. “Do you know how much I need to fuck you right now?”
She shoved Van down onto the bed by his throat, climbing on top of him as she smiled.
“Hold yourself up.”
He instantly complied with her command, grabbing his cock and guiding it to her as she dropped down onto him, riding him like a goddess taking her sacrifice.
His moan, pure painful devotion, was cut off when she squeezed his throat tighter.
“You like that, my pretty boy?”
I was lost in her again. I could watch for hours, days even. Just to bask in the way she moved, ruled, burned with power. Those thighs. That mouth. That fire.
She was a creature carved by the divine, and I her faithful worshipper. Forever.
