Epilogue （Bane）
A few years later
Slade and I are in Salzburg, Austria, and I toss her onto the bed in one of our allies’ homes. It’s been our base for the past two weeks while we implemented the final steps to bring down the last member of the international network.
To the world, it looked like Randolph had run and hid when everything was leaked to the authorities and the public.
Andrew Glass and the FBI got credit for the ones in the US, and as Len predicted, he received the Presidential Rank Award.
We’re assuming Len and her team had a hand in the arrests, but they remained in the background, allowing law enforcement to take all the credit.
Still, some of the guilty escaped being brought to justice, either because of their wealth, power, connections, or because of insufficient evidence.
For these, Slade and I, with the Council aiding us, have brought them down.
First, by draining their bank accounts, funneling the money to the families of identified victims and to organizations that help survivors recover from horrendous crimes against them.
Once we ruined them financially, we ended them physically.
But tonight is the conclusion. It’s over.
Slade rips at my clothes, trying to get me naked as soon as possible. I understand her urgency. I want her naked. Stat.
We’re wild, like animals denied our mate and who have finally been reunited. In truth, Slade hasn’t been away from me longer than the nights when I needed to be gone for club business, but our need knows no bounds.
When we’re finally naked, I fall between her spread legs, needing to be inside her right the fuck now. I’ll worship her body and eat her beautiful pussy in a bit, but right now, I need to feel her sheathed around my dick.
Just as I’m about to drive in, she whispers, “My shot is expired, and I didn’t get it again. I’ve always wanted your babies, and now I’m ready.”
I go still. I’ve waited for her to be ready for this next phase of our life together but never pressured her. In fact, I never brought it up because I didn’t want even just the simple conversation about babies to feel like I was pressuring her.
My cock twitches at her entrance, feeling her slickness. I imagine blowing my cum into her and impregnating her with my child.
Our child.
“You’re sure? I can wait—”
She cuts me off with a kiss, then wiggles underneath me. “Fill me with your cum, daddy.”
I groan because her calling me that will never get old.
“You want me to stretch you wide with my big cock? You want me to fuck your perfect, beautiful cunt, and make it messy with my cum? Make it filthy as it drips out of you?”
She moans because my dirty talk will never get old for her. “Please. Please. All of it.”
Without warning, I hitch my hips, thrusting into her, hard. Her eyes pop wide, her mouth parts in shock, and her breath stutters.
I pull out, almost entirely, then ram back into her. “You want me to fuck a baby into your belly? You want to grow big and round with my child?”
Her nails claw into my back, trying to pull me closer, and her hips buck up to meet my next harsh, brutal thrust. “Yes. Yes!”
I fall into a relentless rhythm, but she meets me, move for move, beat for beat, thrust for thrust. My fierce, strong warrior is my perfect equal in all ways. “Then I need four.”
Her brow knits as she considers what I’m demanding.
“Four orgasms, Slade, then I’ll fill you to the brim with my cum.”
She shakes her head, and I place my hand on her throat, right over where my brand is inked on her skin, announcing to the world that she’s mine. “Four,” I say again.
In truth, I’ll be filling her to the brim with my cum regardless, but this way is much more fun.
I work her hard, and her first orgasm comes quick and easy. I have to pull out of her instead of feeling her clench and convulse around my cock because my dick and balls have a game plan of their own, which is to come inside her ASAP.
Her second one comes hard and fast as well, while I bury my face into her pussy and she rides it, using me for her pleasure.
The third one takes a bit more coaxing, but when I finger her ass, she comes like a rocket.
By the time her body is yielding to my unrelenting, dominating control, demanding that she give me the fourth orgasm, she’s squirming, whimpering, and sweating.
My dick is rigid, strung wire-tight, ready to blow, so I wait until she’s right on the edge, then drive back deep into her, keeping my hand between our bodies, and pinch her clit.
“Oh, fuck.” Her body seizes. Her eyes open in shocked pain-slash-pleasure. “Oh, fuck, Bane.”
“Let go for me.”
She pulses and throbs before she does just that.
She lets go in the best way possible, knowing that I’ll always catch her when she falls. That I’ll always hold all the parts of her together when she breaks. That I’ll help her rebuild into something even stronger and more beautiful.
Her expression shatters as the orgasm overcomes her, and she screams, arching her back with tears coating her cheeks.
“I love you, Bane.” She grips me tighter, holding me to her.
“And you’re my world.” I grit, holding back, and ask one last time, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
Her eyes open—her emotions are rarely repressed anymore, and everything shines back at me: love, joy, confidence.
“With you, I’m able to conquer the world. Give me your babies, Bane.”
I grin, letting go, and falling even deeper in love with this beautiful woman with her green eyes filled with life, light, and mischief, with her delicate features, and her body covered in scars that show how strong she is.
My Old Lady. My wife. My fierce, strong warrior. My world and my every-fucking-thing.
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