Epilogue #2
Daniel chuckled. “It is the way it is.”
“We don’t have to follow tradition,” she remarked.
“Of course, we don’t have to,” he agreed.
Soon, Lucy had changed into a sheer nightgown with lace hems. It felt like a second skin, clinging to her dips and curves.
She had never been this exposed in front of anybody except her lady’s maid.
She felt a little cold and shy. Her dark hair hung down her back, the shiny strands curling at the end.
The door clicked shut, drawing her attention. Daniel had already discarded most of his outer clothes. He was wearing his trousers, but his muscular chest was bare.
He looked at her, his eyes darkening with hunger at the sight of her in her nightgown.
Then he walked toward her.
He moved like a prowling predator, slow and graceful. When he stopped before her, he reached up to wind her hair around his fingers. She trembled, not from fear, but from desire.
“I’ve waited for a long time, Lucy,” he groaned. “I thought I would never get the chance.”
“I am yours, Daniel, and you are mine,” she whispered, resting her hands on his hard chest. “Even when I hated you, I was still yours.”
Daniel groaned with pleasure. His restraint had snapped, she could tell, and she liked it that way.
He leaned down, claiming her lips in a kiss. It was rough and bruising. Her head tipped back as she tasted the wine on his tongue. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.
His hands roamed over her body, digging into soft flesh. He lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her core pulsed against his stomach, and she could not help but buck her hips, trying to find enough friction to quell the ache inside her.
Daniel pinned her back against the window. The coolness of the glass on her heated skin made her cry out.
“Please, Daniel,” she begged, clawing at his torso. She wanted to feel his hardness against her softness. Her nipples pebbled.
Daniel pulled back and tore her nightgown off her in one swift motion. Soon, it pooled at her feet. Triumph swelled in her chest at his reaction: his breath catching, his pupils dilating, his tongue licking his lower lip.
He watched her for what felt like a long time. Then, he touched her soft, creamy skin.
The line of her neck.
The slope of her collarbone.
The swell of her breasts. She whimpered when he grazed a nipple with his thumb.
“You are so beautiful, Lucy,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
Then, as if he just woke up from a trance, he pulled her away from the window and carried her to the bed.
He laid her on the cool silk sheets almost reverently, their gazes locked, then discarded what remained of their clothes.
Lucy marveled at his strength when he pressed against her to kiss her once more.
The next few moments were about exploration, as each of them mapped the other’s body with their hands, lips, and tongue.
Daniel trailed a path from her neck before he found her breasts. Lucy’s breath caught when he suckled her. It felt like a bolt of lightning raced from her chest to her core.
Lucy had not known lovemaking could feel like this. That singular, rhythmic pull on her nipple made her toes curl. When her nipple felt the edge of his teeth and the heat of his tongue in one intense, deliberate pull, her back arched instinctively, as she sought more friction.
Something started building within her, the pressure in her belly swelling. Wetness pooled between her legs.
She was ready for him.
“Tell me what you want,” he groaned against her ear, his hand sliding down to her mons.
“You,” she breathed.
She clutched at his shoulders, feeling the corded muscles of his back.
“Oh, you’ll have me,” he rasped, finding her slick heat.
She knew what his fingers felt like inside her, so she arched her back to take them in. He slid in two to test her. To tease her. To stretch her. She panted as his thumb stroked her nub while he pumped into her.
But this was not the end of it, she knew. She gasped when he finally rose over her, positioning his cock at her entrance. He was long, thick, and hard, and his tip was nudging her.
“You are free to tell me what to do. If you want me to stop, then I—”
“No! Don’t you dare,” she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist.
Despite that, he was careful with her. He entered her slowly and deliberately, sweat beading on his forehead in his effort not to hurt her.
Lucy did feel a sharp sting as he breached her maidenhead. She had heard about it. She felt so full that she did not know where she began and he ended. Her chest felt like it was expanding too, with the emotions rising within her.
“Are you all right, Lucy?” he asked huskily.
“Yes. Yes!”
Then, he began moving.
His slow thrusts were torture for both of them. The sting faded, though, and her body started relaxing. His thrusts became steadier. More primal. The deliberation was gone, and nature took its course. Each thrust was deeper than the last, building a friction that made Lucy moan louder.
She had found her release that one time in the greenhouse, but this one was different. The pressure was mounting. He pounded into her. Then, he reached out between them to stroke her nub, making stars burst behind her eyes.
“I love you, Lucy,” he panted.
She shattered then. It was hard and blinding, her sex squeezing his cock hard. Her back arched from the force of it.
Waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over her. Not long after she screamed his name, Daniel climaxed, letting out a triumphant roar as he spilled his seed inside her.
Eventually, he collapsed over her. She loved feeling his weight over her.
Their hearts galloped together as he nuzzled her neck, his half-hard cock still buried inside her.
When he pulled out of her, she whimpered, but he reassured her by pulling her against his chest and kissing the top of her head.
“Are you well?” he asked, his hand cupping her left breast.
“Yes, Daniel. I am home,” she replied contentedly.
She moaned when he fondled her breast.
“Happily ever after is a very long time,” he whispered.
“Good,” she said, still hot for him. “I believe we need every second of it.”
The End?