Stalked by the X-Ray Tech (Stalking A–Z)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Three years later

Jacob

I press Bella—my wife —against the cool wall, her breath hitching as I kiss her with a hunger that feels insatiable. Three years of marriage, and every touch still ignites a wildfire in me.

"Jacob..." she moans, and it's music to my ears—the kind that stirs the soul and other parts lower down.

"Shh," I whisper, tracing the outline of her lips with my thumb before slipping it inside her warm mouth. She sucks on it, and the sight is so damn erotic I can hardly stand it.

"Can't get enough of you," I breathe out, my voice husky with desire. The thought of what I'm about to say sends a jolt straight through me. "Gonna fill you up, Bella. Gonna breed you good." My words are a vow, a promise etched into the heat of our bodies.

She arches into me, her athletic body as responsive as ever. "Yes, Jacob...I want that. I want it all."

Her enthusiasm is like gasoline on my fire. Her toned legs wrap around me, and I lift her effortlessly—a testament to those hours she spends on the tennis court, honing her strength, her discipline. It's one of the countless things that drive me wild about her.

"Everyone's gonna know you're mine. All mine," I declare, punctuating each word with a thrust that has her gasping, her long brown hair cascading down her back in waves.

"Yours," she agrees breathlessly, surrendering to the sensation, to the future we're creating. "Only yours."

The world outside this room, with its scrubs and x-rays, with its tennis matches and college textbooks, fades away until there's only this—just Bella and me and the life we're about to start. It's raw, it's real, and God, it's beautiful.

“Jacob!” screams, and I pound into her harder.

“Yes, that’s it, beautiful. Come for me,” I praise her.

Her response is instantaneous, a climax that rolls through her like a fierce storm, shaking her to the core.

Bella's nails dig into my back, leaving trails of sweet pain that only heighten the pleasure of our connection. Her body clenches around me, and I'm close, so damn close.

"I love you, Bella," I gasp, feeling the familiar surge building inside me. "So much, baby."

"I love you too," she breathes out, her voice shaky with the aftermath of her orgasm. There’s a look in her eyes—a mixture of fierce love and raw desire—that almost pushes me over the edge right then and there.

Driven by a need to claim her wholly, I adjust our position slightly, gaining a new angle that causes her to moan loudly. The sound is pure sin, and it fills the room with its intensity. I increase the pace, each thrust more purposeful than the last as I chase my own release.

"Jacob, yes! Right there!" Bella encourages, her legs tightening around me. Her hands roam over my shoulders, down my back, urging me on.

With a few more powerful strokes, I reach my limit. "Bella!" I cry out as I come hard, pouring myself into her with each pulse of my body—marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.

For a moment, nothing else exists but the overwhelming sensation of becoming one with my wife.

Gradually, our breathing slows and I lower us both to the floor without breaking our connection. We stay intertwined, a tangle of limbs and satisfied smiles. Bella kisses me softly on the lips, a gentle contrast to our fervent actions moments before.

"We're really doing this," she murmurs against my mouth. “Creating a family.”

"Yeah," I affirm with a gentle stroke of her hair as I place my hand on her stomach, imagining our baby already growing there. "We are."

As we lay there on the cool floor of our apartment, cocooned in our love and lust-filled haze, I know there's nowhere else I'd rather be. Nothing else in this world matters but the promise of what’s to come shining bright in Bella's eyes and echoing in every beat of my heart.