The woman seated at a beautiful oak table under an awning looked up and glanced at Chloe. Chloe couldn’t help the tears that fell; they dripped in a steady stream from her dark lashes to cascade down her cheeks to splash onto her shirt. Her mother looked so beautiful, so young. Her face was calm. Her eyes were bright when she looked up at Chloe. They gazed upon her with recognition.
“Mom?” Chloe whispered.
Her mother rose slowly and gathered Chloe to her breast, pulling her tight. Chloe heard her soft intake of breath. Her hand glided down her hair as Chloe’s sobs increased. She clutched at her harder, possessively.
“Did I ever tell you that you have your father’s most amazing, expressive eyes?” Chloe heard. The voice was steady, certain and calm.
“Do you think you could tell me about him, Mom, my father, my real father?”
“I would like that, darling. I would like that very much.” The two women sat at the table, not releasing hands. Chloe’s mother began her story with a soft expression, relating the tale of the man she couldn’t live without. He had saved her life and captured her heart. Chloe had been the result of love, pure overwhelming love.
Epilogue
Chloe looked out over the sparkling, clear blue water. The ocean stretched for miles, meeting and combining with the sky in perfect harmony. The white, soft sand swished up between her toes, heating them pleasantly while the ocean breezed in to lick her feet.
She smiled when a large cool hand settled onto her shoulder. A warm feather light kiss traveled up her neck to her chin, lips nuzzled a delicate earlobe. Soon Damien had her turned within his arms, kissing her. A warm tropical breeze blew through their hair, ruffling it. When he pulled her tighter, Chloe groaned as he wrapped her within his comforting embrace.
“I’m glad you decided to keep this,” Damien said while fingering her gold infinity medallion.
“James was right, it protects me,” Chloe said, her eyes liquid warmth as they settled onto his own. “It’s attached to you, my Salvator. I will never be lost as long as this connects me to home, and you. Wherever you are is home.”
Damien’s eyes smoldered down onto her. “I like always knowing where you are. I especially like where you are now.”
“Damien!” Chloe exclaimed when he lowered his hand between her thighs. He stroked at the material until parting her bikini bottom from her soft skin to seek entry.
“What?” he asked with genuine surprise.
“We’re out in the open,” she informed him shyly, taking a fast glance in all directions.
Damien immediately scooped her up and headed for the ocean.
“Damien,” she said with uncertainty.
“Let’s give the fish a show,” he replied playfully.
The lukewarm water lapped at Damien’s calves, then thighs, then finally his hips before he settled Chloe in front of him. He released her down the hard length of his firm body. She enjoyed the feel of her soft flesh against his hard muscles. Chloe protested when his deft fingers untied her bikini bottoms, and he pitched them to the shoreline.
“Damien, I’m naked!”
“Not yet.” That said, her tiny spaghetti strap top followed her bottoms onto the sand. Chloe pressed herself tightly against him, trying desperately to hide her nude form.
Damien’s hand gripped her bare bottom, lifting her higher, coaxing her onto the tip of his erection. Annoyed, Chloe could tell Damien had only lowered his own shorts while she was exposed for the world to see.
“Damien, people,” she declared angrily, then gasped as he settled his engorged head further within her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She wiggled against him, feeling the heat of his arousal wet with his desire. He thrust deeper, pulling her to himself, filling her on a satisfied groan.
She cried out, grasping his shoulders in surprise, burying her face into his neck. Though she had not been prepared, the water aided as a lubricant and the feeling of his unyielding hardness sent a fast jolt of heat throughout her entire body.
“Trust me,” Damien said gruffly into her ear. “We’re completely alone. No one is allowed on this side of the island. There are precautions in place for your safety. I won’t ever take chances with you again. This is our honeymoon. I want no distractions, and I plan on taking you everywhere… literally. I want you in the shower, on the beach, over the porch…”
One of Damien’s arms locked around her back while his other hand remained settled onto her bottom, capturing her, lifting her, then sliding her slowly down the length of him.
“Completely alone?” Chloe whimpered. She couldn’t stand it. He felt so good, amazingly hard and hot with the water lapping her bare bottom in a sensuous movement. His powerful arms were moving her without her help. She leaned back, allowing him to work for the both of them.
“Completely,” he confirmed.
Chloe’s hand tightened onto his shoulder, her resolve slipping as she felt her need for him increase. The other reached for a handful of his hair and pulled his mouth onto hers. Their tongues entwined in a wild passion.
Small waves rolled their hips together in a grinding motion as seen on an erotic dance floor. They moved to the beat of the pumping ocean. Forward, back, ever changing to a new step to satisfy a deep hunger. Both felt drunk with desire.
“You feel so good, but I want you on top of me,” Chloe whispered.
Damien moved from the water, Chloe still wrapped intimately around him. He lowered them to the sandy ground. Chloe could feel the heat of the sand rubbing her back, each tiny granule teasing to aid in her seduction, while her behind remained partially submerged as the waves continued to lick at her sensuously. It felt as though nature joined in Damien’s passion and possession of her. She was eager to let them both explore.
Her hands were soon stretched high above her head, wrists held firmly in place. He pushed her leg forward to bend at her shoulder. Damien ground himself within her. Her breasts heaved with a round motion as Damien rocked, then thrust. She was unprepared as he flipped her sideways, her raised leg settled over his broad shoulder. His grip grew firmer, demanding, and powerful. They sang a moan in unison, groaned a duet.
Chloe realized her hands were now free, though she was unable to attain any leverage. The soft sand slipped through her fingers when she grasped at it for a firm hold, teasing her with her helplessness. Damien led an eager dance he was obviously in control over. Chloe didn’t mind. She was always his willing student; she excelled in learning. She also knew she could guide her partner.
“Damien,” she whispered. She held her hands out to him.
She was on her back once more, her leg released. Damien’s chest rested against hers. He fondled her breast while his arm clasped around her shoulders, drawing her ever closer. Her heat throbbed around him until they exploded with fire. Chloe opened her mouth as Damien slipped his tongue inside, suckling. She moaned as the kiss deepened. Waves of Damien’s warmth rolled around her, waves from the ocean stroked at her.
They could feel their own waves within rushing through heated veins. They knew they would come together. The pounding ocean as it crashed onto nearby rocks matched Damien’s thrusts, both man and nature relentless.
“I love you, Salvator,” Chloe called.
“I love you, Salvare.”
Their eyes locked and held. Their love was timeless, ongoing. They had been forever one. Both reached their desire together, spiraling, swirling amidst the refreshing water, clasped in one another’s arms. Their breath entwined. Their dance of passion wound to a fulfilled height, then slowed to a settled calm. The waves washed over them, cleansing their bodies.
Chloe nestled into Damien’s arms, satisfied. She reached lower to fondle him. She always enjoyed the aftermath of their lovemaking. The quiet serenity. Just cuddling together while the world slid slowly by. It seemed Damien had other ideas.
“Damien, where are we going?” Chloe panted. She could hardly move after that and already he had her scooped up, racing for the thatched
hut in the distance.
“The shower, the porch, the overhanging palm tree…” Damien declared with a great deal of enthusiasm.
Chloe couldn’t help but laugh, her arms tightly wound around his neck. It was just like Damien to always be endlessly hungry…for something!
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