Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
She’s like an enchanted princess out of one of her favorite animated musicals.
Or maybe I’m the one who’s under a spell, because I can’t tear my eyes off her.
Then she’s in front of me, lifting her hands so that I can take them in mine. Her aquamarine eyes glimmer and glow like jewels, and her rosebud lips are petal pink. I can’t help brushing my thumb over them to test their soft texture. Then I trace the line of her fragile cheekbone, lingering on her unique freckle.
The violinist stops playing, and the officiant is speaking. I’m barely aware of a word he says; Abigail has harnessed my full attention. She’s the only person who matters, the only thing that exists in my world.
The wind starts to blow off the ocean with more force, and a light spray from the crashing waves mists around us. The moisture makes her cheeks glisten like a dew-kissed flower.
“Dane.” My name in her breathy voice goes straight to my head in a rush of power and desire. “I promise to be with you always.” I realize that she’s repeating the officiant’s words, saying the vows I chose for us. “I promise to honor and sustain you, and I will be true to you in all things forever.”
There will be no “until death do us part” in our ceremony. Nothing will take my Abigail from me. Nothing.
“Abigail.” I savor the shape of her name on my tongue. “I promise to cherish you always. I promise to protect, honor, and sustain you, and I will be true to you in all things forever.”
A single tear rolls down her cheek, brighter and more precious than the diamond collar around her throat.
“With this ring, I, Abigail Foster, take you, Dane Graham, to be no other than yourself. I will have faith in our bond, through all our years, and in all that life might bring us.”
The ring burns like a brand when it slides onto my finger, searing her claim into my flesh, into my soul. I’m hers, completely and irrevocably.
“With this ring, I, Dane Graham, take you, Abigail Foster, to be no other than yourself. I will have faith in your love for me, through all our years, and in all that life might bring us.”
She already wears the emerald engagement ring and the diamond collar, but now I adorn her slender finger with another mark of my ownership.
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.