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He’d only kissed me once…at Garrett’s house when Garrett hadn’t been home…and he’d caught me doing something wrong, something deceptive. He’d punished me by kissing me. His kiss had repulsed me, scared the shit out of me. I wasn’t ready for Lord Fyre then. He terrified me. He still terrified me.
    Kneeling in front of me, he put his hands on my knees and I jumped.
    “You said you were ready for this,” he accused, his eyes burning into my soul with a heat that seemed
    touchable. I willed myself to not break down. “You’re afraid of me.”
    “N-no, I’m not,” I denied, trying to stop shaking. I forced a smile and bravely placed my hands on top of his. “I’m here. I’m ready.”
    “Hold on,” he commanded, standing, grabbing the chains. My hands automatically grabbed the heavy silver chains as he stood and pulled the swing toward him. His smile, suddenly brilliant and inviting, put me even more off balance than his quick movements. My grasp tightened as I realized his full intent, the same time he released the swing, sending me airborne. A small scream escaped my lips, making him laugh. I was swinging, backward then forward into him. He pushed me again. And again. Until I sailed as high as I possibly could.
    Sailing into him, away from him, I could feel the connection of energy that seemed so overwhelming when we were still, looking into each other’s eyes. Flying through the air, the connection pulsed and it was like the moment was predestined. I was meant to find this man and, just that easily, I wasn’t terrified of him anymore. A giggle bubbled up from inside me. It had been a long time since I’d felt the rise and fall of swinging, a long time since I’d felt free.
    “I don’t think you’re ready for the darkness that is to come.” His eyes were deadly as he pushed me higher and higher, his face twisted sternly. “I don’t think you are ready for me. Physically, you would not survive being my slave, and I pray you don’t think I exaggerate.”
    “I am so ready for you Lord Fyre, you have no idea,” I bragged, laughing.
    “You’ve starved yourself. Physically, you’re a disaster—and emotionally…”
    “Are you reneging?” I challenged, amusement making my voice light.
    “No,” he answered, tilting his head, his mouth twisted between devilish smirk and worried frown. “I just hope you live to regret this.”
    Broadening my smile until it hurt, I winked at him boldly, giggling and pointing my toes into the blue of the sky. I felt good looking at that sky, empowered, though technically I’d just given myself away.
    The heavy chain framed the sky and, for just a moment, my mind transported me back in time. As a little girl, I would fly and pretend. I was an astronaut returning to earth and, in truth, the sky looked as the earth must look from space. Patches of blue shrouded in atmosphere.
    “Close your eyes.”
    I obeyed without question, the bright sky searing red behind my closed lids. My stomach lurched as I felt him push me higher than before.
    “Lean back and point your toes, like you did when you were enjoying this a moment ago.”
    I leaned back, arching my neck, feeling myself soaring higher and higher, my fingers gripping hard into the chain.
    “Feel the fall,” he commanded. “Feel the pull of the rise.”
    I felt them both, becoming the fall and the pull.
    “It’s mind numbing, isn’t it?”
    “Yes,” I screamed happily, his statement echoing my thoughts.
    “Keep your eyes closed tight and just feel.”
    I felt the surge as he pushed me to the limit of the chains. For the first time I felt fear, not of the man, of the swing, of my own frailty as a human being, imagining the broken heap of my bones if I fell. Arms aching, hands tingling, I saw my fingers mottled white, I was holding so tightly to the chain. I wanted him to stop me but I didn’t ask.
    “Trust me,” he commanded. “Relax.”
    I obeyed and instantaneously the rise and fall consumed me,