Epilogue
Ethan
One year later.
As I stroll along the sun-drenched streets of Santorini with my Little Bird by my side, I cant help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. Its only been three days since we said our vows, but it feels like a lifetime of happiness already.
Can you believe its already been three days since we got married? she says, reading my thoughts perfectly. I turn to look at her with a smile as we walk hand in hand.
I cant believe you said no for almost an entire year, I grumble. We could be celebrating our one year anniversary right now if you werent so stubborn.
Laughing, she tilts her head to the side. Are you complaining about all the times we lived in sin?
I chuckle. Absolutely fucking not. In fact, I might miss that.
She arches an eyebrow. Tired of married life so quickly, Mr. Drake?
I pretend to think about it for a minute. It has its upsides. Like the thing you did to me last night, and the one you let me do this morning. I playfully waggle my eyebrows.
Together, we walk over to one of the small cafes. After finding an undisturbed and secluded table in the shade, we order some drinks. While we wait for our order, I think back to our wedding day.
In my memory, I can still picture Larks wedding dress. It was a stunning sight, simple but elegant. The ivory satin hugged her figure perfectly, with delicate lace accents adding a touch of sophistication. The neckline framed her face beautifully, and as she walked toward me, the train billowed behind her, adding a sense of grandeur to the occasion. It was a moment Ill never forget, seeing her radiant smile as she became my wife.
We were married by Nikolaos, his way of giving us his blessing and officially welcoming Lark into the Drkon family. It was a moment Ill never forget, a symbol of our commitment to each other and to the family.
My trip down memory lane is interrupted when I feel my wifes hands on my thighs. I look over at her chair, but its empty. I smirk as I realize whats going on. My Little Bird wants to play.
Lark
While my stalker turned husband looks deep in thought, I slide off my seat and crawl under the small table and kneel between his legs. As I rest my hands on his thighs, I feel the moment hes aware of what Im doing.
May I suck your cock, Mr. Drake? I ask coyly.
You may, Mrs. Drake, he rasps.
He widens his legs, and I move closer as he frees his already hard cock. My mouth is watering at the sight of my husbands hardness. No matter how many times I see it, I cant get enough. Theres a tempting, bulging vein running along the shaft, guiding me to the head. Fuck, its pretty. And all mine.
Ethan fists his dick, stroking it slowly while I make myself as comfortable as possible. Then I drag my nails up his powerful thighs. He groans softly and his dick twitches in his hand. Say it, I mutter, wanting to hear the words.
Please swallow my cock like a dirty whore, he rasps. Fuck, I love when he talks like that.
My panties are soaked and I ache for his touch, but this isnt about me. Anything for my husband, I purr as I run my nails over his balls. Then I grasp his shaft, making him exhale heavily. I stroke him, loving the feel of his cock in my hand.
Angling my head, I lick his balls, tickling them with my tongue. He hisses through his teeth. Little Bird.
I run my tongue along his shaft until I reach the head. Then I flick my tongue into the slit, moaning as I taste his precum. Delicious, I moan.
Tightening my hold on him, I stroke him harder, faster while sucking him into my mouth. I bob my head a few times before pulling away, leaving behind a string of spit that connects my lips to his cock. The sight makes my pussy clench and I can barely hold back my moan.
Eagerly, I take him back into my mouth, and his hips begin to thrust until hes at the back of my throat and I feel him swell.
Im gonna come, Little Bird. Are you ready for my cum? he groans. His hands find me under the table, locking me to him like I would pull away and not see it through.
Always, I say or try to. But with his hardness in my mouth it comes out as a garbled sound.
His dick throbs as he empties himself into my throat. I try to pull back so I can swallow, but he doesnt allow me to move. Swallow it all, wife.
He doesnt let go until I choke and sputter around him. But I dont pull completely away, only enough for his dick to rest on my tongue so I can swallow all of his cum. Theres always a lot when Im on my knees for him.
When he stops twitching and lets go of my hair, I daintily wipe my mouth before crawling back out from under the table. I must have dropped this, I say lamely, waving my napkin in the air.
Frankly, I dont care if anyone saw what we did, but I love when Ethan gives me a rare smile, like hes doing right now. How clumsy of you, he observes dryly.
It doesnt take long before the waiter comes with our drinks. His timing is so perfect I almost think he was waiting for me to be done. We should leave an extra tip just in case.
While we enjoy our drinks, we look over the city. Its beautiful. Going to Greece is never something I thought much about, but I know my dad wanted to. Apparently, he spent some time here when he was younger, and wanted to go back at least once.
My dad would have loved Greece, I say, my voice tinged with wistfulness.
Ethan turns to me, kissing the back of my hand. Im sure he would have, he replies softly. Do you miss him?
He asks me that a lot, and I know its because I barely ever talk about him. But the thing is, theres not much to be said. He was a burden to me for so long Im only now beginning to remember how much I used to love him, and what a great dad he was while I was growing up.
Sometimes. Mostly the man he was when I was growing up. You know, before Mom left. Ethan nods to show he understands. Do you have any regrets about what we did? I ask, my gaze searching his.
You mean what I did, he says brusquely. I know he makes the clarification because he doesnt want me to feel guilty for the decision he made before I even knew it was happening.
Maybe I should have been angry about what he and Abel did. But the truth is, Im eternally grateful. Not only did Ethan take the decision away from me, making me feel a lot less guilty. He also kept his promise; hes helped me soar.
You know I dont feel any guilt, Lark. Do you think I should? he presses on.
No, you shouldnt. Ill admit Im glad you made the call. It makes me feel less guilty. My smile widens, which is probably a little strange considering the subject. Then I move closer. I couldnt be happier, Ethan. I love our life, and I love you, I murmur, my voice filled with contentment.
After finishing our drinks, we continue our walk. Im trying to convince Ethan to go skinny dipping with me, which he refuses. No one but me sees you naked, he growls, swatting my ass.
Just then, his phone rings, breaking the peaceful moment. We both glance at the caller ID as he pulls it out. Its Nikolaos. Without hesitation, my husband answers the call and puts it on speaker.
Nikolaos, Ethan grinds out as a way of greeting.
I slap him on the shoulder. Hello, Nikolaos, I chirp, bracing myself for his next words.
Ethan, Lark, he greets, his voice commanding as ever. I need you both back within the next two weeks. The Protg initiation is approaching, and I expect you to be there.
Got it, Ethan says, shooting me an apologetic look.
Well be there, I confirm, trying not to sound sad at the prospect of leaving sooner than we wanted.
Glad to hear it, Nikolaos informs. Drkon to peiro den koimtai pia.