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He got a tattoo of me. Maybe I’m a fool to trust him with his pretty words that make it sound like I’m something he was always yearning for, but one thing I know about Atom—he doesn’t lie.

And a man who can kiss like this, with all his being, isn’t in it for a quick fuck. Not with the way he listens to my moans and continues doing that thing with his tongue to pull another and another from me.

I might want freedom, my own complete freedom. The kind that doesn’t have me looking over my shoulder or worrying about someone following me. I seek the freedom of a woman who’s oblivious to pain, to fear, to being forced to do something against her will.

I know it’s a fool’s hope, especially since I can’t suddenly change my past and erase my memories that make me this way. Where even going down a grocery aisle alone with a man sends goose bumps down my spine. Or if a car turns in the direction I’m headed, I’ll change directions completely, no matter how long it will take me to get back or if I might miss a deadline or an appointment.

But I still want it. I want to feel less burdened.

Atom can’t give me that. Not really.

But he can give me this.

This moment, where I can pretend that if things were different, that if I were different and the Devils never grabbed me, then maybe we’d still be here. Not in my grandfather’s home, but together. Lips locked, my ankles crossed behind his back, and his hand seeking entrance to my sleep shorts.

Chapter 20 - Atom

I should stop this. I should, but I won’t. Not when I finally have her in my arms. Not when all the cards have finally been played, and she’s still allowing me to touch her, taste her.

Worship her.

I meant what I said. We need to do this so when I touch her later—and I will—she doesn’t freak out. Could we have done that with a simple kiss and a hand-holding exercise? Of course, but where’s the fun in that?

Besides, Natalie’s been through enough. She deserves a little happiness.

Her legs grip me tighter as my hand pulls back the waistband on her shorts she’s been sleeping in for the past few hours. Not in resistance but in need.

Her mouth continues to open and lets me explore hers while she does the same for me. My other hand is low on her back, and I lift her higher to grab her ass, squeezing hard and groaning at the image of bending her over and getting two handfuls of her glorious ass while I take her pretty little cunt with my cock.

When I get my hand below the waistband, I growl at finding she’s going commando. Should have figured since the clothing on the bed didn’t come with underwear.

“You trying to kill me, Sunshine?”

“How?” she breathes as her lips trail down my jawline.

“I’m going to be thinking about your pussy throughout dinner. Wondering if it’s covered or not and wishing I could find out with my tongue between your legs. But I bet your family has an issue with a man going down on his knees for his woman, huh?”

She chuckles as she sucks on my neck, and my fingers glide through her small curls, sliding them through her lower lips to touch her clit briefly before inserting my middle finger directly into her.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Such a good girl, squeezing my finger. What’s going to happen when I put my dick inside you? You going to squeeze that too?”

She nods against my shoulder blade, and I hold her closer as I take another dip into her.

I pull my finger out and use the juices dripping off it to rub circles on her sensitive little nub.

She groans out loud before she covers my entire shoulder with her mouth. Either to muffle her noises or just to hang on to something, I’m not sure.

I flick her clit over and over. Clockwise, then counterclockwise. I grab her ass and squeeze. I lick her earlobe and nibble on her shoulder. I want to go lower to her breast, but I don’t want her to lose traction on my shoulder. Next time, I’ll taste them, but not now.

When I feel her shaking in my arms, I apply just a little pressure on her nub and move my finger back and forth.

She cries out, the sweetest cry I’ve ever heard, and I can’t take it anymore.

I slide two fingers back inside her and groan at hard much she squeezes them, holding them in her body as if it were my cock.

“Soon,” I say, barely above a whisper. Not for her to hear, but to let her cunt know I will claim it soon.

Very soon.