Epilogue
I’m splayed on his table like a masterpiece. One he’s not yet finished with apparently because even though I’ve come more times than I can count, I’ve not been released yet. Or even fucked.
He’s been torturing me in the cabin”s basement since we got here. As if he hadn’t fucked me on the plane ride from the reception like he was starving.
“Slate,” I rasp. My voice is strained and grates against my throat. Too much screaming.
“Wife?”
His new favorite word. Not that I loathe to hear him say it. His obsession with me has only begun, it seems, and I can’t deny I love to watch it deepen.
“I’m so tired,” I admit.
“Are you ready to say it, then?”
My safeword.
He means my word for when things are too intense. I’d gone into this moment with him, knowing I would not use it. Knowing that I had to use it last time and that I trusted him. I want this time between us to grow what’s already there. What’s already been seeding since we met.
“No,” I admit, defeated.
The vibrator comes down on my clit again, buzzing back to life, and my whimpers shudder through me. “Slate!”
“What is it you need, bunny? Hmm?” He leans over the table and kisses me even more senselessly than he already has.
I whine into his kiss and the vibrations feel good, as they always do. At first, they’re too much, my pussy begging for relief, but the longer he toys with me, the more I want. The greedier I grow.
“Stop torturing me!” I seethe, anger breaking through the lunacy of the high he has me riding.
His dark answering chuckle skitters down my spine as it enters my ears. “But this is what you signed up for, is it not?”
“I don’t think I read the fine print,” I squeal as he removes the vibrator and throws it across the room.
“Oh, not a very good Mafiosi yet, then, hmm?” Slowly, he’s moving around the table, unfastening where he’s had me bound by my wrists and ankles.
“What are you doing?” I ask breathlessly.
Now that he’s built up a raging inferno inside my body with his ministrations, he chooses now to retreat.
“Doing as you asked.”
I scoff as my last appendage becomes free, sitting up. “I’ve been begging for all kinds of things for what feels like hours!”
He nods, sitting on the table next to me, dangling his legs over the side.
His cock is hard as stone behind his gray sweatpants, and the tip has leaked into the fabric. I lick my lips.
“I think you need to learn how to take things,” he says simply.
“Oh, you don’t recall our meeting? The one where we came to terms?”
As blood oozes into my arms and legs again, I work to my knees on the bench, climbing his massive body like the mountain of a man that he is. My pussy is throbbing, begging for him to finish what he’d just started.
“I recall every fucking moment with you, bunny.”
His kiss is heated, filled with all the touches he’d just taken away from me.
Footsteps sound above, and I break from his lips and roll my eyes. “You had to bring them with you, didn’t you?”
He shrugs. “I can’t fuck babies into you mindlessly while threats loom from all around.”
“I’m the only threat to you, Husband.”
He opens his mouth to say something in return and closes it when I straddle his lap, letting the swollen center he’s teased far too much trap him beneath me and dampen his pants.
When we come together this time, there’s no stopping. No time for pretty words or empty threats. Hands explore, tongues dance, and bodies grind as we both seek reprieve in the touch of the other.
Reaching between us, he tugs his cock free, standing it up for me to sit on.
When I seat myself, I let out a heated breath, getting used to the feel of him as he stretches me.
His kiss comes down over me again, his hands gripping my ass.
I ride him as if it’s necessary to live.
Our panted breathing is in unison, moans melding together.
“Fuck, I love you,” he says, and I echo his words, letting the burn of him moving inside my ruined pussy draw out more ecstasy.
When he leans forward and bites my shoulder, I nearly plummet over the edge, but hang on for dear life because I don’t want to. I don’t want this to end.
And being bound to him in blood and matrimony means it never has to.
“Scream my fucking name when you come,” he says huskily and nods, his mouth hung open.
It won’t be long before we’ll be descending from the feeling of coming together again. But it also won’t be long until we’re both hungry for flesh once more.
“Fuck, Brynne!” he grits through his teeth as I feel his hot cum shoot inside me.
I lean my forehead against him, letting go and coming down from the high with him as my body culminates in the climax.
“Slate!”
It feels amazing every time I’m with him. Every time we fall in together, whether it be for work or play.
He’s become the thing I look forward to all day, every day. He’s my everything. To think, he started as just a big brutish man in the wilderness ordering me to eat berries so he could get off on the idea of how my lips would feel around his cock.
I smirk.
“What’s funny?” he asks, gripping my hips as I stop moving, his cock still throbbing inside me in tune with his heart.
“Nothing. Just thinking of the absurdity of it all.”
“Us?” His brow lifts.
I nod. “Yes, us.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am the reaper, after all. How could it have been any other way?”
I laugh. “I guess it truly couldn’t have.”
* * *
Hours later,I find him in the silence. We’ve been on the couch, curled up, reading together. Him, a catalog of knives, and me a book that has me sobbing. His hand curls into mine in silent support. It’s what makes me cry harder.
“Bunny?” His voice fills with concern.
I laugh through the tears. “It’s nothing. I’m just emotional, and then you took my hand. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
A laugh sounds from the kitchen from Antonio. “My Marie was the same way when she was pregnant. The commercial for diapers made her sob like someone was beating her.”
He comes into the living room with a sandwich on his plate and mustard on his nose. “It was the best, worst thing about her being pregnant. Except for the hormones. Man, did they ever make her horny?”
He stops talking as we both lock eyes. Neither one of them holds fear. We hadn’t been being careful. It wasn’t something we ever discussed between us, just an unspoken want we both knew the other wanted.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude. I was just…”
“You were finding yourself a little too comfortable in our kitchen. You and the boys need to clear out,” I tell him. “All of you.”
“But, Boss. Who will protect you? You can’t be unguarded.”
“I know an Italian brute that fits the bill. I will be fine.” I smirk at Slate as he returns it.
When Antonio exits the room, Slate’s hand slithers beneath the blanket I’ve been covered in as I read, splaying across my stomach.
“Do you think he’s right?” he asks.
I think long and hard about when my period is due, and I realize it’s a week late. But because of the wedding and all the things we’ve been dealing with, I assumed it was because of the stress.
“He could be.”
Thrill thrums through his eyes. “Oh, you’re going to be the best mama.”
Something deep in the lowest parts of me comes to life and growls. I push the covers back, setting my sad book to the side of the couch as I move to straddle him. “Say it again.”
He eyes me questioningly until he realizes what I mean. “Oh, like that, do you?”
I nod, kissing his cheeks and working my way around his face.
“Filthy little whore, aren’t you, Mama?” he breathes, and I chuckle.
“Only for you, Daddy.”