Epilogue
I curl my body around my wife, pulling her in and reach for her hand, running my finger over the two rings now placed there.
Juniper Knight.
My wife.
She wiggles against me, her naked skin flush with mine, and my cock immediately hardens.
It doesn’t matter that we only got to sleep three hours ago after spending the entire night wrapped up in each other.
My brother had been waiting for us to return so he could take the kids for a sleepover and leave us to ourselves for the rest of the evening.
We’d barely got the door closed when she was wrapped around me, her mouth on mine and hands searching for more.
“Hi husband,” she says sleepily, wiggling a little harder.
I groan, burying my face into her neck as I slip my hand between her legs. She sucks in a breath as I roll my fingers over her clit, my other hand sliding up her stomach, palming her breast. She arches into me, my cock slipping against her.
“So needy for me,” I groan, hand working faster. Her body trembles against me, her breaths coming quicker as she rolls against my hand. “So pretty when you fall apart for me, wife.”
“Fuck,” She hisses, “More.”
I nudge the head of my cock into her, and she lifts her leg, throwing it over mine and opens herself up for me to slide in.
My teeth scrape along her shoulder as I thrust slowly, fingers continuing to work her pretty pussy.
I never want this to end with her. I could be wrapped up in her forever, her touch on my skin, her lips on mine.
Thrusting deeper, I revel in the moan that slips from her lips, feeling her sucking me in, taking us up the peak together.
There will never be enough.
“I love you,” I whisper against her ear, tightening my arms when my words tip her off the edge. She cries out my name as her climax takes over, and it’s enough to bring me over with her.
We spend the day in bed, the first day as husband and wife, and I’m sure I have never felt this at peace.
I was given a second chance at love, a second chance I didn’t even know I wanted, but I realize now I just had to wait. To be shown that our pasts do not have to define our future and our pain does not hold us down. It shapes us. Shows us who we need to be.
I am in awe of the woman in my arms.
She thinks I saved her, but the truth is, she saved me; she saved us.
“Ready to face the world?” I whisper against her ear, pressing a kiss to the steadily beating pulse in her neck.
“With you?” She grins. “Always.”