Epilogue
REEF
“The West Coast is in despair as murder reigns free. The Ang—” I clicked off the radio, silencing it as the waves crashed in the distance.
“I think I’m starting to hate reporters almost as much as I do fishermen,” I sighed.
Her arms wrapped around me as she leaned into my back, kissing my neck. “I know, but we need to listen if we don’t want to get caught.” Her golden hair blew in the wind, practically glowing in the sun. “At least there aren’t any fishermen hunting you out here.”
I rotated onto my stomach, my head resting in her lap as my fingers traced my bite mark. “I still think your bite looks better than mine.”
Delilah removed her shades, her ocean eyes sparkling down at me.
“What can I say? I like biting.” She giggled as I sat up, her bite mark on my torso still healing, the puncture marks from her shark teeth sinking deep into my flesh pronounced and red.
Her fingers traced the indentions with a gentle touch.
I struggled to control myself, wanting to take her right here on the beach.
Thankfully, after our last attack, it was closed, and no one was around.
“I still don’t understand why I’m a Tiger shark and you’re a Great White.” She pouted.
I leaned closer to her, whispering. “I think it has to do with your temper, Barracuda. You might not be as big as me, but you’re far more deadly.” She smacked my arm with a smile. “Plus, I think you look good as a Tiger shark.”
Delilah leaned closer on her hands and knees, her lips hovering above mine. “I think I’d look better riding your cock.” She licked my mouth. Oh fuck.
“Now it’s my turn to bite you,” I growled.
I tackled her into the sand, laughing as I kissed her passionately. She stared up at me as we parted, stroking my face. “I love you, Reef.”
I kissed her again, more tenderly this time as I whispered into her mouth, “I love you, my little Barracuda.”