He begins to claim me in long, hard thrusts that jar my entire body when he drives deep into me. My muscles coil tighter as my pleasure crests once again, and my inner walls clamp down onhis cock. He snarls and increases his pace. With each possessive thrust, his fingers tighten around my throat incrementally.
Blood pounds in my ears, and the shadows of the maze draw closer. I can still breathe, but the pressure on my arteries restricts the blood flow to my brain.
“Scream for me,” he growls. “Give me everything.”
“Master!” I cry out, acknowledging his claim over me.
His title is a trigger, and my orgasm hits me with brutal force. Fireworks burst over my darkening world, and my scream fills the maze.
“Abigail!”
His cock pulses inside me, and for the first time, his hot cum lashes into me, marking me as his.
“I’m yours,” I sob as bliss consumes me and the shadows lengthen.
Just before I float away entirely, he releases my throat. Oxygenated blood surges back to my brain, and the world turns surreal. The only thing tethering me to reality is Dane’s soul-searing green gaze.
“Mine.” He seals the promise with a fierce kiss.
47
DANE
It’s past noon when Abigail finally stirs in my arms. She turns toward me, and her stunning, aquamarine eyes open. She offers me a lazy smile and stretches like a contented cat.
I marvel at her. I can hardly believe she’s given herself to me after all of my crimes against her.
I was incapable of understanding how I’d wronged her until she showed me her powerful, disturbing self-portrait. She makes me see the world in ways I never thought possible. She is my world now. I’m no longer limited to my mundane, tedious existence when I experienced nothing but idle amusement in manipulating others. For the first time in my adult life, I care about someone other than myself.
Abigail is mine to covet, mine to shelter and protect. I’ll do anything to keep her happy in my arms like she is right now.
Last night, she placed her full trust in me. I’ll never betray that trust.
I press a kiss to her forehead. She hums happily and wraps her arms around me.
This might be the most perfect moment of my life.
“You need to eat,” I murmur into her hair.
She cuddles closer. “Let’s stay in bed for a while longer.”
I can’t deny her anything.
I’m not sure how long we hold each other in contented, companionable silence. This is how it’s meant to be between us. This is how it will be. Every day for the rest of our lives.
“Daniel!”
Panic spikes through me, and I jolt upright.
That’s my mother’s shrill voice, echoing down the corridor.
No.She can’t be here. James said he wouldn’t tell our parents that I’m home.
But there are several sets of footsteps approaching my bedroom. Mum isn’t alone.
I surge out of bed and quickly find my sweatpants, tugging them on to cover my nakedness.
“Who is that?” Abigail asks, her voice touched with alarm.
