He pumps faster, his mouth now focused on making us both come as he drives his tongue forcefully in my mouth. I match each stroke, spurring on the sensation of ecstasy in my body, bringing me to the hilt, until my pussy spasms, my body shivering all the way down to my toes.
“That’s my good girl,” he says. “Come for me.”
He drives into me a few more times, heightening my senses, and I hold on. I don’t let go, and I don’t let myself fall over. I want to feel this sensation forever. I want this burning, numbing, explosive sensation to last until the end of time, but as he starts to swell inside me, I can’t hold off any longer, and I fall over. A feral moan falls past my lips just as he comes, his body stilling and tensing at the same time.
“Fuck!” he yells as his body shakes, my pussy clenching around his cock for what feels like forever.
And while we both ride out our orgasm, his lips find mine again, and he kisses me senseless. Never letting me take a second to breathe, and I don’t want to. I want to be consumed by him. I want him to be the one who gives me life.
“Jesus,” he finally says as he lifts and presses a kiss to my cheek. Then he slips out of me, lowering my leg to the ground.
Completely infatuated, I stare up at him, so in love with this man that if something were to happen to me at this moment, I know that I’d die a happy woman...because I’d die knowing I had this man’s love.
He brushes his knuckles over my cheeks and smiles down at me. “I’ve missed you.”
I smile up at him. “I’ve missed you more.”
“Not sure that’s possible.”
* * *
The heatof the sun feels like a warm blanket, swaddling us in the daylight. The waves crash into the shore just in front of us, and the occasional squawk of a seagull filters through the serene air as Keller and I lie naked together on the beach.
Propped up on one elbow, I run my finger over his chest, trying not to press too hard on his new scars but also wanting to explore them.
“Lilly, don’t,” he says as my eyes tear up again, probably for the tenth time in an hour.
“I just keep thinking about you in that cell, chained up, helpless.”
“There was nothing helpless about me,” he says as he captures my hand in his. “Not at any point while I stayed in that cell did I ever consider myself helpless. I had all the power to make a change. And I did.”
“How?” I ask, impressed and turned on by his attitude. I knew Keller was on another level, but escaping a prison, finding his way back to me, and flying us down to a remote island? That’s some Tom Cruise,Mission Impossiblekind of stuff.
“Remember the training we went over when we were in Harrogate?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer. “You were supposed to listen, to give in, to make a connection with your captor. Is that what you did?”
“With the captor? No.” He shakes his head. “But there was a guy who was in charge of me, of my food and things like hosing me down, shit like that. I didn’t speak to him, but I did find that he felt guilty. He had a soul. Because the more I pretended to be wounded, unable to move, the more he eased up on me. He let me out of my chains finally. He brought me more food. More water. He didn’t want me to die, and I took advantage of that. Every time he came to check on me, I’d act weaker and weaker. He took mercy on me.”
“Were you weak?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “There was nothing I could do about the beatings. They were simply sustained beatings to make me meek. Downcast. However, I worked on not losing too much muscle tone and strength. I wasn’t fed much, but I knew I was getting out of there, so I had to find a way to keep my strength up. Morale. So I did pushups, squats, wall sits, anything to keep my muscles from atrophying. And when the time came, I was ready.”
“What did you do to escape?” I ask, still in awe of his story. It doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel like this is something that could actually happen.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and says, “The guy sent to inflict pain, his name was Banamaor. He was about the same size as me. Dressed in leather and wore a leather mask. I’m not sure if he took mercy on me, or if they told him not to kill me, but as time went on, our sessions became simpler, easier to stomach, and I realized that he was the key to my escape. When I knew the time was right, I hid behind my cell door—”
“Because you weren’t chained to the wall anymore?”
“Correct. Because I was able to fool them into thinking I was barely holding on. I hid behind the door, and when he came in, just as he was shutting the door, I walked up behind him and snapped his neck.”
My hand flies to my mouth. “Oh my God.”
“I lowered him to the floor, shut the door, and thankfully, since I didn’t pose a threat anymore, they no longer had guards at my door. I quickly undressed him, laid him in my sleeping spot, and draped blankets over him. Then I put on his clothes and his mask—”
“Oh my God,” I say, gripping his shoulder. “You walked right out of there, didn’t you?”
He nods. “I did. And from there, purely on adrenaline, I was able to bargain and make my way back to Torskethorpe. When I secured you and finally made it down here, I think it all hit me in one day, and that’s when I practically collapsed.”
