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“Ohhhh, God,” she moaned, her stomach clenching, her legs shaking, as his mouth moved to the other side of her neck. He licked at her earlobe, her neck, biting each softly.
“I can’t imagine life without you,” he whispered, removing his finger from her pussy and then turning her to face him. She clung to his upper arms for support as his hands cupped her bottom. “I will never let you go,” he said, as she tried to climb inside his skin, to surround her entire being with the love she knew he had for her and she for him. Logan bent his head and kissed the tears that flowed down her cheeks before settling his lips on hers. Logan released her mouth, and lifting her, turned and set her down on the chaise. Elizabeth was panting, trying to control her breath, knowing he was in control and wanting it no other way.
A primal scream rocketed around the walls. Goosebumps broke out on Logan’s skin as he witnessed one of the most incredible sounds he had ever been privileged to hear. Dozens of candles flickered around them, the soft light dancing across their bodies. A light sheen of perspiration coated Elizabeth’s skin in testament to the intense play they had just completed. Her fingers were relaxed but securely held entwined with his much larger ones. He gently released her small hand after kissing each knuckle. Every kiss was accompanied by sweet whimpers issuing from her throat as he wrapped his fingers around the slim column, stroking her skin with no more pressure than a feather’s touch.
The fingers of his left hand slid into her hair, twisting the long strands in his fist. Her moan sent delicious shivers down his spine as he tugged the ebony tresses. His heart pounding, Logan bent over Elizabeth’s small frame.
She offered no resistance; her head pulled back, her throat exposed. Bliss glazed the green jewels of her eyes, her pupils huge. Despite his recent release deep inside her, his cock twitched as she submissively offered herself to whatever he desired.
“That was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. She moaned deep in her throat as his teeth closed around the pink lobe. Her sex pulsed in response to the lover’s bite, muscles contracting around his cock as he remained deep inside her body.
“Come back to me,” he murmured, his lips replacing his hand to lightly brush across the exposed column of her throat. He never stopped gently stroking her skin with both his lips and his fingers. It took another several moments before she finally turned to press her face into the palm of his hand.
“Master?” she whispered, as she began to become aware of her surroundings. “Did I please you?”
“You could not have pleased me more,” Logan whispered, softly. He smiled and traced her swollen lips with the tip of his tongue before searing her mouth with his own.
Her body instantly responded to his kiss, arching toward him. She mewled softly in protest when the kiss ended. “Thank you, Sir,” Elizabeth said, and then flushed and closed her eyes tightly.
“Open your eyes. Bask in the knowledge that you have not only served me well, you have proven you can do what few submissives truly can.” He paused to watch her slowly open her eyes, the emerald depths clearing as they met his blue ones, her lips curling into a soft smile.
“Never be afraid to let go,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Feel free to fly, because, my love, I will always be there to catch you when you fall.”
As the light began to dim, Logan slowly lifted Elizabeth off his body.
She whimpered in protest, stating she wished to stay exactly where she was.
Logan smiled and lifted their joined hands, kissing each of her knuckles and then kissing the engagement ring he had just placed on her finger a short while ago.
“Schatzlein,” he whispered and watched as she managed to drag her eyes to his. “It’s getting cold, and it will be dark soon. It’s time to go back to the hotel.” Elizabeth moaned and then allowed him to move, watching as he gathered her clothing. He dressed her slowly, her body still quivering softly. She watched ashedressed and then Logan slowly drew her to her feet, cupping her face to kiss her once more.
She went onto her tiptoes to cup his face. “Your love is a gift I will always treasure. I will always love you, Sir.”
Logan’s heart filled with the knowledge that he held the most precious treasure he would ever have. He walked around the room, extinguishing the candles. When he turned back, he saw her standing at the end of the chaise, her fingers stroking along the leather handle. He walked to her, picking up the whip he had used on her body. She reached out with her free hand and dragged her fingers down the length of the black fall.
“Thank you,” she said, lifting her eyes and smiling.
He smiled in return, the taste of her flesh from where his tongue had traced every thin line his gift had painted on her skin fresh on his lips. She’d been incredible in her submission, her back arching with every crack of the whip, her buttocks clenching and loosening with each pass, her cries not of pain but of intense pleasure as he proved to her that a viper’s bite didn’t always contain poison. When he’d finally lowered his arm, pulling her up and placing his mouth on hers, her eyes glowed from within and she had a beatific smile on her face.
He had bent her over the arm of the chaise, her hands behind her back, her fingers linked with his as he thrust into her from behind. She had exploded immediately, her contractions gripping his cock until he felt he would also explode. By the time he emptied into her, she had come twice more, her cries growing louder, her moans deeper.
When he took her again, she warned him she couldn’t come again, that she was going to faint, but he taught her she could experience so much more. He made love to her for hours until her body was so sensitive that every movement found her quivering under him. Even during the pauses to rest, she found his hands always on her somewhere. The last time—the moment she truly broke free and screamed, would always be in his heart. That was the moment his love learned how to fly.
Logan drew her once more into his arms. “Don’t worry; this goes into our room. No one but you will ever lie upon it.”
Elizabeth smiled and nodded. “Only if you lie with me,” she said.
Logan grinned and dragged the fall of the whip over her arm before placing it back in its nest of satin and closing the lid of the box. “That, my love, I can absolutely guarantee.”
On their way back to the doors, Logan bent to scoop up the last two candles so they’d have light to navigate through the house.
Elizabeth giggled as she accepted one, shaking her head as she saw the tiny faux wick flickering. “And here I thought they were real.”
Logan quirked his eyebrow. “Do you seriously want to chance burning candles when surrounded by all this?” he asked, gesturing toward the drooping wallpaper, loose railings, and debris on the floor.
“No, I guess not,” she admitted with a little shudder. “Burning down Haven before we even begin probably isn’t a very sound business plan.”
“Though, come to think of it, it might be a quicker way—”
“Hey! Don’t talk about our dream like that!” Elizabeth said, using her candle to swat his arm.
Logan chuckled as he led her back through the house, each room growing darker as the sun set behind the huge trees. Elizabeth smiled as she dropped the key to the door into his hand and closed his fingers over it.
“This house has been empty for so long,” Elizabeth said. “Empty of the sound of laughter and tears. Empty of the sound of joy and screams of pleasure.” She paused as he locked the door. “I will never forget the night we filled its walls with love again.”
Logan nodded, taking her hand in his. “Liebchen,” he said, as he led her to the car and they turned back to look up at the house that had witnessed her flight. “Dreams are best when shared. They come alive and grow ever larger as more people are allowed to embrace them. Elizabeth, you will share your dream with so many. Haven will never again be empty of love.”
The End
