“You always do as you're told. My good girl. And I am looking at you. You're beautiful. I'm always fucking looking at you.”
Sand squeezes between my toes as he keeps walking backwards, towing me with him into God knows what. Swimming. Naked. As the sun has just dipped beneath the ocean, the sky is silver and grey, and the romance of what we’re doing overshadows everything else. Everything he’s just told me. The final piece of him I’d longed to know but feared to ask.
All this time here and he's never swum once, never even mentioned it.
“You'll have to hold onto me. Swimming is not my forte,” I mumble, watching as the gentle waves start lapping over his feet. The squeal that comes out of my mouth the moment the frigid water hits me is ridiculous, and I suck in a breath, dancing to try avoiding it.
“You think I'm ever letting go of you now?” he says, pulling me back to him sharply. “Because you already have everything, Hope. My heart, my fucking soul. You hold all the power now. The only person in the world who could rival you is your daughter, and—”
“Our daughter,” I cut in.
“Our daughter.” He nods and pulls me closer, his hands tangling into the back of my hair. “I’m fucking petrified of disappointing her or ruining something so innocent. You know that, right?” I plaster my body as close to him as I can, the cool chill of the ocean sloshing between us. “I'm gonna need your help, Hope. Make me remember this place. Us.” Those words coming from him and the light fading behind us seem to blend us into something new, special and cherished.
“You’ll love her with everything you have, as will I. And she’ll be just as tough as you. I promise she will. We'll make it happen. We're all the family we need.”
His mouth brushes mine, softly for once, a contented sigh coming soon after. I smile into the sound, enjoying his lips on mine after an afternoon without them.
“Then I’m happy, Hope. We'll be happy together.”
My heart soars at the declaration as he wraps me into his hold and keeps backing us deeper into the water. I know I’ll need more, and that I'll get it bit by bit. Living a life with Benjamin won’t be filled with romance or normality, and at times, that will weigh heavy, gnawing away at my belief and trust in his love for me.
But tonight, here and now, I couldn’t be happier.
Everything is here. Him. Our child. This house and our beach. It's our home, our hope for a life beyond his norm.
He wipes the tears I didn’t know I’d spilt from my cheeks and lifts my body into his arms. I'm barely aware of the water anymore because the honesty in his eyes is all I need. All I want to need anymore. “I love you, Benjamin.”
“I love you right back.”
The End
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Serenity's Key
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About Rachel
Rachel De Lune
Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven contemporary and erotic romance.
She began scribbling her stories of dominance and submission in the pages of a notebook several years ago, and still can’t resist putting pen to real paper. What ifs are turned into heartfelt stories of love where there will always be a HEA.
Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes with red soles, lingerie and chocolate. If she’s not writing HEAs, she’s probably reading them. She is a wife and has a beautiful daughter.
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About Charlotte
Charlotte E. Hart
Charlotte is a Dark Erotic Suspence/Romance author living in the heart of the British countryside. She’s lived all over the UK, but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England.
Writing and poetry have become a revolution for the soul, and she cherishes every second that she’s sitting at the laptop tapping her way into a new character.
When not writing she enjoys socializing with close friends and traveling cities across the globe. Travel has always been a constant companion to reading and it only increases her thirst for stimulation.
“Life is a torrent of differences, different needs and wants, and it doesn’t always end that well. Yet we strive to find our souls final attachment, hoping for validation in our true desires.” – Charlotte E. Hart
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