Page 52 of His Atonement
Clearly our wicked game has become twisted in my already demented mind because if I harbor this much concern for her then surely I have crossed into a realm only the worst of demons go. Insanity is reserved for a select few demons, and not usually until they die, and are resurrected byhe who shall not be named. Since that hasn't happened to me, yet, I must be fucking special.
The rain falls in sheets now, dropping like ice against my skin, and when lightning strikes not far from Frankie's home, I kick into overdrive and use my supernatural speed to get to her quicker.
I'm going to insist she return to the main house with me.
Yes.
Yes, I will explain all of the dangers she could face out here alone and then request her presence at the main house, even offer to keep her company in the living room until the storm passes.
And perhaps I'll suggest she change out of her wet clothes so they may dry. Then, oops, tell her she has to remain naked because there is nothing for her to wear while she waits. Or better yet, though I doubt there is anything better than a naked Frankie, I can give her one of my t-shirts to wear and then her scent will be in all of the fabric, the honeysuckle combination of deliciousness mine to hold onto forever.
I am a fucking genius.
One who sees red the second Frankie's cabin comes into view because she is doing the exact opposite of what she should be.
My darling girl is not inside, huddled in front of her fire to remain safe and dry, not in bed allowing the storm to soothe her to sleep.
No, my Frankie is outside in nothing but a tank top and more of those lacy panties dancing in the fucking rain.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I bark over the storm, and continue toward her with a scowl on my face.
Frankie turns and smiles at me, something that punches me right in the chest, then twirls. "Dancing!"
"Do you not see the lightning? Hear the thunder?!"
"It's beautiful!"
Oh, sweet gods in heaven, she has lost her damn mind, which is why I ask for confirmation. "Are you mad, woman? Do you not see the danger you're in?!"
Frankie lifts her arms above her head, tilts it back to let the rain wash over her face. "Aren't we all a little nuts, Zan? Shouldn't we embrace it while we can, enjoy it before it's too late?"
"This is not wise, Frankie. You could catch your death out here. Get struck by lightning. This is reckless and unsafe!"
Her head snaps toward me, woodland eyes narrowed to slits. "I'm done being fucking safe! It's never done me a damn bit of good and it's useless at this point in my life. I want to be reckless, and I don't want to play it safe anymore." Then Frankie scowls. "And you need to stop acting like you give two shits about me so I can keep doing whatever the hell I want to. My safety, my sanity, and my life as a whole are not any of your fucking concern!"
"Like hell they aren't!" I march toward her, grab her arm and ignore the zap of electricity from the contact. "Your safety, your sanity, and your life as whole are my only concern and I will be damned straight to The End for the rest of my days if I let anything happen to you."
Her scowl falters but only for a second before she yanks her arm back, breaks free from my grip and begins backing away. "Go to hell, Zan! What I do and how I do it is none of your goddamn business." Then Frankie spins and starts stomping her way to her cabin. "And stop fucking showing up when I'm trying to do the very few things that still make me happy. If you're going to constantly point out all the shit I'm doing wrong then I don't want you around at all!"
"If you weren't so goddamn careless with your own safety I wouldn't have to intervene!" I watch her march up the steps of her porch but can't ignore the need I have to follow, so I do. "And I will continue to do so until you put a stop to this most reckless behavior!"
"Fuck you." Frankie shouts as she slams the door in my face.
The door I throw open and slam again as I enter without permission. "No, my darling girl,fuck youfor doing this to me. For driving me insane with your presence, for making me think and feel things I never should by simply existing and sharing my space."
"Quit fucking calling me that!"
"I will not!" I grab her hand as she lifts it, most likely to slap me. "I will not stop calling you that, will not stop worrying over your stupid choices and the secrets you keep from me. I will never stop because you are mine." Then I tug her toward me, let go of her hand and cup her jaw with both of mine as I look deep into those kaleidoscope eyes. "You are mine, Francis Mae Masters, and you're just going to have to fucking deal with it."
The second the words are out, my mouth crushes hers, captures her lips in the most brutal, the most electrifying kiss ever to happen.
My entire body hums with need, a carnal and primal need, a deep seated possession and urge to claim what is mine.
I press my body against hers, slide my fingers into her wet hair and tangle them tightly among the blood-red coils. Frankie moans low, the sound vibrating between us as I continue to kiss her, walking us further into the cabin until her back hits a wall.
My hips grind against hers, my diamond hard cock digging into her supple curves and the second she feels it, my darling girl hisses into my mouth before biting down on my lower lip fucking hard.
