Epilogue
Noah
“That’s the last of it.” I slide the box on top of the stack sitting in the living room. It’s been a month since Valentine’s Day and Frankie has finally moved in.
At first, I broached the topic carefully, giving her a choice in the matter. It only made sense since her and Cosmos were here practically every night, anyway. But Frankie likes to challenge me on some things, so I did what any morally sound person would: I threatened to kidnap her. Again.
Resting my shoulder against the door frame, I fold my arms over my chest and take her all in. Right now, she’s flitting around our living room, unloading boxes. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her curves are obscured by an oversized band tee, black leggings, and fuzzy socks hiked halfway up her legs. Her face is free of her signature winged eyeliner and faux eyelashes, but she couldn’t look more stunning.
This woman has bewitched me. Ever since I was a prepubescent boy, I’ve been captivated by her. Her kindness, her unwillingness to conform to societal norms. And those eyes. God, those eyes. The way the liquid gold fuses with the chocolate rim of her iris. One look into her honeyed gaze and any of my carefully constructed control crumbles. She is the warmth that thaws me.
She pulls items from the box, mixing her eclectic décor with my minimalistic. She’s chaos personified, and if it was anyone else, I’d likely lose my mind. But when she places something that looks strangely like a dead beetle, wings spread wide, in a black frame on the TV stand, I can't help but think this is home.
Looking over her shoulder, she catches me staring and offers me a coy smile. I want to sink my teeth into those lips until they bleed, then use her blood and saliva to lubricate my cock.
“Are you going to stand there all day and watch me like a creep?” Oh, she’s in a bratty mood today.
“I was simply enjoying how good you look in our space.” I push off the door.
“You’re sure you’re okay with me doing this? I know how you are, Mr. Anal Retentive.” Excessively bratty. It makes my palm twitch with the need to mar her flawless skin with the print of my hand.
“Mr. Anal Retentive, huh?” I swallow up the distance between us, pressing my front to her back, my hand instantly to her throat. She doesn’t resist, instead she melts into me, tipping her head back to give me better access.
“I said what I said.” She shrugs, tilting to look at me while biting back a smile.
“You’re really asking for it aren’t you?” Bending down, I swipe my tongue along those luscious lips, savoring the taste of her. Twisting in my hold, her arms wrap around my shoulders, and she looks up at me with doe eyes.
“I’m not sure what you mean, maybe you should elaborate,” she teases, and if I had any resolve with this woman, it would be demolished. In one swift move, I sweep her off her feet and carry her bridal style to our bedroom. I love how that sounds. Our. She squeals and protests, but my hold never falters.
Setting her on her feet, I kiss her briefly, backing up and settling on the edge of the bed. “Get naked. Now,” I grit out. I love undressing her myself, peeling away those layers to reveal that perfect body underneath, but I also go crazy watching her do it herself. And right now, I want to sit back and enjoy every delectable curve as it’s unveiled.
Frankie rises to the challenge, removing her shirt first, pulling it up and over her body in a seductive way as she tosses it to the floor. Her breasts are spilling over her black, lace bra, her tattoos on full display. The pendant I gave her hangs low between them. She pins me with a mischievous stare before lowering her leggings, and bending over to free her feet. I get an enticing view of her ample ass in the mirror behind her.
I hung it with intention, and tonight, I plan on making use of it. It’s already fulfilling its purpose as I take in every dip and curve of her backside. The way her black thong stretches along the seam of her ass when she bends, separating the round globes that I want to bury my face, tongue, and cock in. Said cock is aching painfully in the confines of my pants, but I’m a patient man. The end result will be worth the wait.
Straightening, she takes her time with her bra and panties, removing them gradually, exposing every inch of skin like the treasure it is. When the thong goes, I nearly bust in my pants. I have to run my palm up and down my length a few times to relieve some of the pressure. I’m in awe of her. She has a body that men worship and women envy. Wide hips. Thick thighs. Narrow waist. And breasts that are heavy and fit just right in the palm of my hands.
Sauntering towards me like the seductress she is, she stands between my spread legs, hands running over my biceps, my shoulders. “Am I the only one getting naked? Or are you going to take off your clothes, too?” Those tits sway in front of my face, rosy nipples peaked. I resist the urge to embed my face between them. Instead, I run my fingers down her sternum, tracing the lines of the bat wings that hug the underside of her breasts, marveling at how her nipples tighten even more. How her skin breaks out in goosebumps at my touch.
“Oh, I’m getting naked, baby.” Reaching behind me, I pull my t-shirt off, bringing her body flush with mine so I can feel her heat against me. My mouth lashes out and claims her nipple, sucking it, encouraging it to harden more. Frankie arches into me, her sweet moans like music to my ears. My fingers drift down to her center, running through the V of hair she keeps. Her lips are bare and already slick with need. Cupping her in my hand, I apply pressure with my palm and watch as her hips gyrate, chasing the whisper of pleasure I’m offering.
“Noah.” She lets a throaty gasp slip from her lips, her nails embedding themselves into my back.
I quirk an eyebrow at her, savoring the flush of her cheeks. “What do you need, Frankie baby?”
“I need you.” Her body ripples into me, undulating under my touch. I slip a finger between her seam, testing the waters, slowly beckoning her to come undone. She’s molten hot and absolutely soaked. Bringing my finger to my lips, I suck her juices off me. Frankie’s pupils blow wide, those honey irises nearly extinguished.
“Have I told you how fucking sweet you taste?” I whisper, retracing my trail back to her pussy, this time spearing her on my fingers, first two, then three. I twist, pressing on that spot inside her that’s slightly different in texture, rubbing and massaging it until I get the response I crave. My thumb forms circles on her clit, coaxing her toward an orgasm.
Soon, she’s shuddering for me and I soak it all in. Her head thrown back, elongating her throat. Her pulse fluttering. The rising and falling of her breasts as her chest heaves. Her hips swiveling. Her pussy grinding into my hand, fucking me back. Her juices are pooling in my palm as she tightens around my fingers. So close . She lets out an exquisite moan that has my cock pulsing in my pants, soaking me with pre-cum.
When I know she’s on the precipice, I pull my fingers away, letting her teeter on the edge without going over.
She whines in protest, and I can’t help but chuckle as I lick my hand clean of her. But she’s coming on my cock first tonight.
“Turn around,” I grit out. My control has snapped. I need to be buried inside of her.
“Noah,” she whines again, frustrated by her orgasm denial.
“Turn. The. Fuck. Around.”
She huffs, aggravated with me, but she complies. I struggle with my button and zipper, but soon my cock is free. I don’t even bother taking my pants all the way off. I lift my ass and push them to my knees.
I can see her watching me in the mirror, still dazed from her almost orgasm. My hands reach out, grasping her hips, guiding her backward to me.
“Sit on my cock,” I’m so hard, so desperate to be inside her I’m like steel, standing straight and proud.
Holding her waist, she gets situated above me, both of us facing the mirror opposite us. Grasping the base steady, she sinks her way down on me, swallowing me in her tight heat. So wet. So warm.
“Fuck,” I grit out at the same time she moans. Her hands find their way behind my head, holding herself to me, and she’s spread, all of her for me to see. The sight of it making my balls tight. I bury my face into the crook of her neck, licking and sucking away the thin sheen of sweat there before clamping her flesh between my teeth, making her cry out more. She hasn’t moved yet, sitting on my lap with my cock buried as far as she will allow.
My hands grab her waist in a bruising hold. “Fuck me, baby. Move that pretty pussy up and down my cock.”
Her hips begin to move, slowly, tentatively, allowing herself to acclimatize to my size. She rolls her hips, the head of my cock running along her front walls that are constricting me so hard it’s borderline painful, but so, so good.
“That’s my girl,” I purr in her ear, reaching down to play with her clit. Not enough to bring her to climax, but to heighten the pleasure. I’m rewarded with a moan, rasping out my name. God, I’d crawl on my hands and knees, bloodied and black and blue for each one she gives me. My other hand is on her breast, rolling the hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger, testing its pliability.
“Noah, fuck, it feels so good,” she pants. Her hips are moving at a faster pace. Each time she takes me deep, she swivels her hips in a way that has me near blacking out from the sensation that forms in my balls, in the base of my spine. But you couldn’t pay me to look away now. Her breasts are bouncing from the movements, her hair disheveled and sticking to her forehead, her eyes heavy-lidded, drunk on the same lust I am. God, she’s stunning.
My eyes fixate on our connection, her pink pussy, so swollen. The way she stretches for me, swallowing me down. “Watch in the mirror, Frankie. Watch how your body takes me. If there’s a God, he designed us specifically for each other.”
Her gaze drifts between her legs, too, to our reflection, and I push up at the same time she moves down, burying so deeply I nearly come, but I’m not finished with her yet. I continue to languidly strum her clit, giving her just enough.
“So beautiful. So perfect. Do you trust me?” I ask as I thrust up into her again, matching her pace. This is beyond fucking. This is beyond making love. This is bonding, a union between two souls that somehow managed to collide in the same universe.
“Always.” She sighs.
I reach for the knife in my nightstand. A wave of fear flashes over her face, but it’s mixed with pure, unadulterated lust, too.
Running the tip of the blade over her body, I torment her, taking stock of every shiver, every moan as it drifts down her body between her legs. She’s fighting with herself to relax, to relinquish control and submit to me completely.
“I’ll never hurt you in ways you wouldn’t want,” I whisper in her ear, reminding her of the promise I made. I coast the knife feather-light over her clavicle, down the spot above her breast. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I silently ask for her permission, for reassurance that she can take it. She answers with a singular nod, letting a shuddering breath out, preparing for the pain.
The tip pierces her skin, a small superficial slice over her heart. Blood instantly blooms to the surface, a lone trickle down her breast.
I pass her the knife and hold out my left palm. “Now cut me.”
Her hands shake slightly as she brings the knife close, sliding along the meaty part of my flesh, the sting instant, the blood as well. I put my hand over her heart, over her wound, smearing our combined blood. It paints her chest in the most beautiful way, the red a gorgeous contrast against her pale skin. “Look at you, covered in us. So fucking beautiful. You’re mine, Frankie. Now,” I nip at her jaw, “forever.”
Everything after that turns into a frenzy. We’re grinding into each other, hips moving in tandem, like we’re hell-bent on fusing, becoming one. I grasp her jaw and kiss her. Sucking her tongue into my mouth, she whimpers her plea, and I respond by bringing my bloody hand to her clit and circling it in time with our thrusts. Soon, the air is filled with the sounds of pleasure. The wet sounds of where our bodies connect. It’s taking everything in me to hold off until Frankie comes, because she feels like heaven.
The familiar buzz is building deep in my gut, my cock thickening even more inside her, but I need to get her there first. I quicken my pace on her clit, thrumming it with determination as I pump up into her.
Biting her lobe, I whisper into her ear, “You better come on my cock now, Frankie baby, ‘cause I’m two seconds away from filling you.” I punctuate my words with an upward thrust that nearly topples us over, and she succumbs to her pleasure. Her pussy spasms around me, gripping me tight and pulling me deeper. I hold her tight as she quivers in my arms. “Mmm…Fuck, you’re such a good girl.”
Stiffening below her, I catapult into the stratosphere, into another plane of existence. Buried deeply in her, my cock pulses as I come hard, my orgasm barreling through me like a freight train. My vision blurs from the pressure, my heart thundering in my chest.
Frankie softens against me. We melt into each other, coming down from our high as I continue to admire our reflection in the mirror. Sweat-soaked and exhausted, her incredible body covered in our blood. She looks like mine.
Fifteen years ago, I would have given a limb to be with her. Now, I’ve committed unspeakable acts of crime, because this woman was destined to be mine. There was no future where one existed without the other. I just had to make her see it.
I reluctantly shift her off my lap and onto the edge of the bed with me, kissing her hair and breathing her in.
“That was…intense,” she murmurs against my shoulder, stretching her legs out in front of her. It was. In the best way possible.
“Are you sore?” I know the cut isn’t deep, but I should clean and bandage it soon.
Tilting her head up to me, she regards me for a beat, a slow smile creeping across her face. “I am, but in a good way. Was that my initiation?”
My hand wraps around her throat, fingers skimming the pulse that has returned to a steady beat against my thumb. Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub.
“That wasn’t an initiation, that was an oath. A promise. We're bound to each other now.”
“An oath, huh? So, I'm offcially yours?”
My arms snatch her up, tossing her to the bed, coming down on top of her and immobilizing her. She giggles, squirming below me. That smile makes my chest seize, my blood warm. “You’re damned right you are,” I say, bringing my bloodied hand to her heart, “and I’m yours, too.”
Swiping my phone off the nightstand, I flip through my playlist until I find the song I want, Stand by Me by Ben E. King. “Dance with me.” I stand, motioning for her to join me.
“Noah were naked… and covered in blood.”
“I don’t care. Dance with me.”
Clasping her hand in mine, I pull her up and against my body. She shakes her head and smiles, but her left hand goes to my shoulder, her right held tightly in mine. I lead her in a slow dance, some semblance of the box step I taught her in our kitchen not that long ago. It’s shaky at first, but soon we fall into a rhythm, swaying, skin on skin in the dark. The soft moonlight drifting through the window makes Frankie look ethereal, like an angel come to save my soul.
Resting my cheek against her head, I let the words tumble from my mouth before I have a chance to stop them. “I love you, Frankie,” I say, so low I’m not sure she even hears me. I may have gifted her someone else’s heart, but she has my fucking heart in her clutches, always has. This woman is mine, I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way.
Tilting her head to look at me, there’s a shimmer of unshed tears in her eyes. “I love you, too.”
Maybe it’s too soon, maybe the circumstances aren’t ideal. But I couldn’t care less. No one writes our story but us.
I claim her lips with mine, hoping the kiss conveys it all. Everything she is to me. Everything I’d do for her.
“This is how it should have been,” she says when our lips separate.
“How do you mean?”
“Valentine’s Day, when we were thirteen. I should have walked over to your table. Thanked you for the card. We would have gone to the dance together, slow danced to songs. Had our first kiss.”
I’ve run that day through my head a million times. But I’m a different person now.
“There’s nothing that would keep me from you, Frankie baby. You were always meant to be mine.”
The End