Page 30 of Absolution
Abigail is my wife.
I don’t wait for the officiant to finish pronouncing us husband and wife before I sweep her up in a savage kiss. My tongue plunders her mouth, and she shivers in sweet delight at my feverish onslaught. Her arms twine around my shoulders, pulling me closer, as though she can’t get enough of me either.
The officiant and the violinist flee the storm, but I’m too caught up in her to relent.
Thunder rumbles around us, and warm, fat drops of rain slide down our faces to wet our lips. I don’t stop claiming her mouth until lightning forks over the whitecapped waves. Her safety is more important than my desire to fuck her in the sand while the storm rages around us.
I scoop her up in my arms and take off toward the house at a run. Her delighted laugh is the sweetest melody I’ve ever heard.
I climb the boardwalk stairs and stride along the aged wooden planks toward the beachfront mansion. It’s all I can do to get her to the shelter of the porch before I shove her up against the wall and wrap her amethyst curl around my fist. I crush my lips to hers, and she meets me with equal fervor.
Lust burns in my veins, pulsing hot enough to cause me pain. I revel in it, sinking into the feelings that only Abigail can give me.
I drop to my knees so I can worship her.
My fingers tangle in her voluminous skirt, tearing at the delicate material as I shove it out of my way. I find her bare thighs, and my fingers sink into her soft, creamy flesh.
She grabs at my hair, and my scalp tingles with carnal awareness when she tugs my head up so that I’ll meet her flame blue gaze.
“I want you,” she pants, trying to pull me up to kiss her again.
I shoot her a wicked smile and graze her clit with my teeth through the thin barrier of her white lace panties. She cries out, and I firm my hold on her before her knees buckle.
“Watch the storm,” I command. “You will remember every detail about this day.”
She shivers, and her gaze locks on the horizon. Her eyes are intensely focused on the ocean, as though it’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen.
I keep my eyes on her gorgeous face as I hook my thumbs beneath her panties and drag them down her legs. The scent of her arousal mingles with the smell of freshly fallen rain and salty ocean spray, intoxicating. I take a long moment to simply breathe her in as I watch her study the storm.
Her eyes flash brighter than the lightning, and her sharp cry wars with a clap of thunder when I press a tender kiss to her clit.
Her cunt is hot and wet on my tongue, and I never want to stop tasting her. I’m a man obsessed, devouring her pussy likeI’m starved for her. Soft whimpers give way to deep, guttural moans as she begins to grind her hips into my face. Her fingers firm in my hair, and I allow her to direct me where she wants me.
I promised to give her the world. The least I can do is satisfy her every erotic desire.
“Dane, Dane, Dane…” She whispers my name like a litany, and I’m drunk on her desire for me.
With every flick of my tongue over her clit, she winds tighter and tighter, until she’s quivering in my hands.
I slide two fingers into her tight sheath. “Come for me.”
She shatters on a scream, and I nip at her clit while I rub her g-spot. She’s so stunning when she comes undone; she holds nothing back. Her willowy body shakes, and she rotates her hips, wantonly drawing out the last aftershocks of her orgasm as she stimulates herself on my tongue.
My cock strains against my trousers hard enough to ache, and I’m done waiting to claim my bride.
I surge to my feet and unbuckle my belt.
“Yes,” she urges. “Please fuck me. I need you.”
I free my cock and find her slick opening. She locks one leg around my hip, opening herself to me.
I pause, making both of us suffer.
But I want something from her first.
“You love me. Say it.”
She blinks, and her eyes soften. “I love you, Dane.”
