Epilogue
Everly
"D-don't, Xavier! Stop!"
"You know the word to say."
As I push at Xavier's head, his mouth is hot against my skin, his breath teasing me through my panties. I twist under him, my fingers tangling in his dark hair as he growls, low and playful, against my thigh. The room is bright, sunlight spilling through the open curtains, but all I can focus on is the heat of his body, the way his muscles flex as he moves over me.
"Stop," I breathe, my voice trembling with laughter. "You're going to tear them!"
He pauses, his fingers hooked in the lace, and looks up at me with a smirk. His eyes are bright, gleaming with amusement, and briefly, I see the boy he must have been before the world hardened him.
"You wearing these just to torture me?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
I push at his shoulder, trying to sit up, but he catches my wrists and holds them together.
"You started it," I accuse, my cheeks flushing as he dips his head again, his lips tracing the edge of the lace.
The room feels too quiet, the house echoing with emptiness now that the dolls are gone. It’s strange, just the two of us in this sprawling mansion, but it’s also easier. Less complicated. Except for the silence. And the knowledge that we still need to fill the gap left by the others, to make this place feel like a home and not just a hollow shell.
We need to hire all new staff.
But for now, with me moving my things into the master bedroom, everything is okay. We're filling out the second floor, making it ours.
And I'm happy he's willing to share it with me.
I'm happy that I'm enough.
His teeth scrape against my skin, and I gasp, my resolve crumbling. "Xavier—"
"Say it," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against me. "Or I swear to God, I’ll—" His next words turn into a low moan as his mouth cups my pussy.
I bite my lip, the pressure building, the ache between my legs pulsing with every heartbeat. His fingers tighten on my wrists, his green eyes narrowing as he waits, as he watches me, as he pushes.
And I know I’ll give in. I always do.
His mouth presses against me, the heat seeping through the thin fabric as he sucks gently, sending a ripple through my body. I laugh, the sound airy and light. The world feels smaller, more intimate, like it’s just us, like it’s just this moment.
“Xavier,” I murmur, my hips arching instinctively, the pressure building, sweet and teasing.
He pulls back and tugs my panties down, the lace skimming my thighs. “I want to taste you,” he says, his eyes locked on mine, asking for permission without words.
“I want to taste you, too,” I admit, my cheeks flushing, but my voice steady, sure.
He smiles, a slow, lazy curve of his lips, and leans in closer, his fingers brushing over me. “There’s time for everything,” he whispers, the promise in his voice soft but unshakable.
I glance up at him, his green eyes gleaming, his hair messy as it always is in the mornings, and feel a quiet contentment settle in my chest. This feels... normal, like we’re just two people, just us, just now. No games, no power plays, no expectations—just the simplicity of wanting each other, of taking our time.
I smile to myself, watching him watch me, his focus not shifting, and wonder what he’ll do next, what I’ll let him do, what I’ll ask for in return.
I can't wait to find out.
THE END