She had plenty of help. Her friend, Daisy, visited often. As well as all her siblings, and of course, Crisanto, who still ran St. John de Brebeuf an hour away.
When Tinsley and I married last year, our combined assets made us disgustingly wealthy. We could live anywhere and do anything. But we loved it here. We were blissfully happy.
Beyond the bat house, the mountain trail jogged on ahead toward the expanding vista of greens and golds amid the white light of late morning.
I sensed her before I saw her—the hum in the air, the scent of lemon drops, and the rasp of softly moving limbs.
Veering off the path, I spotted her crawling through the leaf litter. She still wore her church dress, a strappy little blue thing that matched the pale shade of her eyes. Her hair was every hue from white to gold, all tangled and married into long flowing locks down her back.
She rose, turning toward me. Behind her, the mountains stood sentry to the biggest, bluest eyes. And that smile. That sexy little body. Stunning from head to toe. She took my breath away. Every. Damn. Time.
“Hey, handsome. I saw a chipmunk.” Her gaze returned to the shrubs where she’d been crawling, reluctant to let it go.
“You’re late.” I pointed at my watch as if it were the most important thing in the world.
“What’s that?” She leaned toward me, cupping a hand behind her ear. “Oh? I look absolutely ravishing today?” Her fists went to her hips as she smiled innocently. “Why, thank you, dear husband. You always say the sweetest things.”
I bit my lip as blood surged to my cock. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of your pussy.”
“Why don’t you? We’re all waiting.” She gestured to the surrounding habitats, indicating her menagerie of animals.
That grin, though. It was infectious, mischievous, crinkling the sides of her nose in an enchanting way. The flutter in my chest became a full-on palpitation.
Goddamn, I loved this woman. She was the perfect kind of quirky. Bold as hell. Full of life.
But a promise was a promise. I’d told her if she was late for breakfast, she would be punished.
“Remove your dress and everything underneath.” I lowered my hands to my belt and released the buckle.
Not even a hint of hesitancy or fear in her eyes. The little minx ripped off the dress with a smirk and a sigh.
No panties.
I breathed deeply, reining in the intensity of my need for her, and gave her my sternest glare. “Did you go to Mass without underwear?”
“Yes.” She blinked. “I was reminiscing about old times.”
“You want me to fuck you in the church?” I pulled the belt free.
“I want you to fuck me everywhere, Father Magnus.” She put the tip of her finger in her mouth, looking all innocent while sliding her other hand between her naked thighs.
Christ, what a vision. Her ethereal white skin raised other hues to greater brightness. All around her, greens were greener. Blues were bluer. But nothing could touch her beauty.
Nothing would ever bring me this much joy. She was home, hearth, and happiness. Life without her would leave my soul without breath.
“Turn around and hold on to something.” I tightened my grip on the belt, embracing the cruelty inside me.
I was no longer the monster I’d been in my twenties. But I was no saint, either.
As my gorgeous wife stood naked amid the alpine trees with a death grip on a branch, I reared back the belt and unleashed my nature.
With each strike, I savored her screams, her heaving groans, and her glowing red ass. I flogged her until neither of us could breathe. Then I fucked her in the dirt with my hand around her throat, eyes locked.
We were indecent, immoral, and madly in love.
Sinners together.
Soul mates forever.
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