Page 31 of Absolution
I enter her in one brutal thrust, and she releases a guttural cry. I’m going to fuck her to the edge of pain, and she will feel this vicious union with every step tomorrow.
My fingers sink into her ass, and I lift her so that I can fill her more deeply. Her hands fly to my shoulders for support, her eyes going wide.
“I’ve got you,” I promise through gritted teeth. “Now, say it again.”
“I love you!” she cries as I rut into her. “My Dane, my Master.”
Pleasure builds, hot and fast, swelling inside me with ruthless force. I snarl and hold back my release. She’ll come again before we’re finished.
With each brutal thrust, she starts up a new litany: “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
I can’t hold back any longer. Her cunt grips my cock, and I come with a roar. As I brand her with my cum, she finds her own completion. Her fingernails bite into my shoulders as she screams my name louder than the booming thunder.
We’re joined in perfect, savage pleasure.
Husband and wife.
Forever.
11
ABIGAIL
Istroll down the long driveway that leads from the road to the beach. A car dropped me off at the gates to Meadows’ family’s property, and it’ll take me at least twenty minutes to walk to their private beach.
I don’t mind. I take my time, sinking into the beauty of my woodland surroundings. Live oaks frame the drive, elegantly curving branches creating a lush green canopy overhead. It shields me from the worst of the heat, even if humidity makes sweat bead on my brow.
As I walk, a silly smile curves my lips. I recall the drive down to the beach that carried me to my wedding ceremony three days ago. Dane had ordered a sleek black sedan to take me from The Magnolia to meet him for our private union. I’d stared out the windows to take in as much of my surroundings as possible, but I can see everything more clearly on foot.
I lift my phone and capture dozens of pictures. I’m planning to paint an entire series of this property to commemorate our wedding day, and I can’t wait to complete my work and surprise Dane.
Meadows was nice enough to allow me access to the property again without telling my husband.
My husband.
My smile widens, and I hum a happy tune as I approach the beach.
I take more pictures of the gently rolling sand dunes, which are accented by wispy fronds of grass. I get closer to one of them, capturing some macro shots with the pristine beach in the background.
If my lease for the gallery I’ve selected goes through, I’ll have a space worthy of displaying the paintings from the wedding series. I don’t intend to sell any of them, but I want to showcase the day I married the man I love.
For now, my other landscapes will have to be enough to fill the space while I work on a new collection.
I practically bounce down the boardwalk, giddy with happiness. Everything I’ve ever wanted is within my reach. Soon, I’ll have my own gallery in Charleston.
And a love I never dared to dream of promises a blissful future.
I kick off my shoes when I reach the end of the boardwalk and step onto the sand with bare feet. They sink into it, the fine white grains almost unbearably hot on my soles. I quicken my pace, making my way closer to the surf where the sand has been cooled by the salt water.
A pretty, purple scallop shell catches my attention, and I pick up the small treasure as a souvenir. I’ll put it on my chest of drawers alongside my unicorn collection and stuffed veggies.
A small giggle bubbles from my chest at the thought of them in Dane’s bedroom.
Ourbedroom.
He’s accepted my whimsy into his life, and more than once, I’ve caught him staring at my keepsakes with a smug smirk, as though he covets the small treasures as much as I do.
Dane Graham loves unicorns. It’s ridiculous and endearing enough to make my heart ache.
