The heat was staggering as she climbed the steps to the third level of the ferry that would take her to the island. Relief came in a cool breeze off the water once the vessel started moving.

Freedom was across this lake; the closer she got, the sweeter it tasted. Allowing herself a full week of joy had its price.

But he would touch and taste her until she was completely sated while taking what he needed. She made this trek yearly and it never failed to be magical. She loved the island, but she loved the man even more.