1 month later
Somewhere in the Caribbean
My toes sink into the sand, the grains warm under foot as I head towards the sea. It gently laps at the shore, the sound of the waves accompanied by the song of birds flying over the water. Far off I see a yacht floating gently and further down the beach sits the small town we’d been visiting.
His body bobs in the water as he treads water lazily, turned away from me as he looks to the horizon.
The water is warm as I step in, the waves washing around my feet. I walk out until I can no longer touch the bottom and then swim the rest of the way, coming up behind him and attaching myself to his back, arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist. We dip beneath the water before he can correct himself.
He chuckles lightly, “That was devious,” he murmurs, holding my arms out so he can spin to face me.
I look over his face, seeing the fading bruises and cuts. One eye still holds the damage of that day, the corner red and bloodshot from the blow it had taken but it was healing, slowly and he was lucky not to lose his vision.
“You’ve let your guard down,” I chastise playfully, kissing him softly, “What if I were the bad guy?”
He grins, dropping his eyes to my breasts, barely covered by the thin material of the bikini I wear, “You are bad, Snow,” his arms tighten, “So fucking bad.”
He gently pushes us closer to the shore, stopping only when he can touch the bottom. The waves move us softly, but he plants himself, keeping us where we are.
He crashes his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth. My arms are looped around his neck, his hands on my ass, fingers flexing and biting into the flesh there.
And to think we almost didn’t make it here.
I didn’t regret my decision and if we had died, even now, it would have been right for me. He was my everything. I couldn’t be without him and if I had left him in those cells, I would have been broken beyond repair. When that house exploded, when the fire swept in, I was sure it was over for us, but the explosives had been planted in a way that had been designed to go off in stages. The second explosion was behind us and the next was set to go off in minutes. I’d gotten us out, burned and tired, but I had done it, even if I did have to drag him out. We had some minor burns but nothing in comparison to what could have happened.
It didn’t take me long to make the decision to disappear. I needed to. Hunter needed to. We needed time and space, away from the chaos, away from the life they lead. We needed this.
Slowly, he moves my bikini bottoms to the side, tugging his own shorts down before he slides inside, filling me while the waves gently roll around us. I moan into his mouth.
“I love you,” I breathe.
“I love you,” He rasps, “You are everything.”
He thrusts, filling me more, “You are my queen. My soul. My every heartbeat.”
One day we would go back, but that wouldn’t be today or tomorrow.
The guilt of putting them through that grief sat heavily on me but I was doing this for me now, this was mine.
I was keeping it for now.
I roll my hips against Hunter, letting him slide out and then back in. This section of the beach was private and ours, there wasn’t another person for miles but even if there was, I’d still let him fuck me. I’d still let him worship me just like I’d worship him.
“You are mine, my Isobel, my Snow,” He vows, “And one day, my wife. The mother of my child.”
That was something else. Children, I wanted them, I wanted them with him but that was a case far off. I wanted to enjoy this freedom with him, a freedom I’d never experienced before, a freedom he hadn’t either.
This was us.
We were tragic and beautiful, painful and euphoric. We were us.
A villain and a savage.
We were us.
My clit rubs against his pelvic bone, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“I vow to worship you, Isobel. Today, tomorrow, until the end of our days.”
“Yes,” I moan, pushing down against the water to force him in deeper, rolling my clit harder against him. I grind, chasing that high, chasing that edge I would happily tumble over.
“It’s you and me,” He groans, “Always.”
“Always.” I promise.
He growls from deep within his chest, thrusting, fucking me.
And when I finish, he follows me to that line, emptying himself into me before he takes me back to the shore and does it again and again, making me forget about everything other than this, us.
Giving me everything.
His love.
This freedom.
My life.