Epilogue-Two-Giselle
EPILOGUE-TWO-GISELLE
M arrying the man of my dreams with all our friends and family surrounding us has got to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Okay. Top two.
I’m panting, trying to catch my breath as my husband finally lifts his head from the cradle of my thighs where he just licked me to my first of what I hope is many orgasms.
“Goddamn. You taste even better now that we’re married, Wife.”
“Jesus, Angel. What a thing to say,” I reply, biting my lip.
“You feel so soft. I love you,” he tells me again, and my heart leaps inside my chest.
I never thought he would say it. Not even after I confessed I loved him first, the day he rescued me from Ghost’s clutches.
But he did say it. Out loud. In front of everyone. Right before we made our vows to each other. And he hasn’t stopped saying it since.
I love it when he says he loves me.
“Good. Because I plan on saying it often, my Koukla,” he says, nipping the soft skin on my belly.
Angel kisses and licks his way up my body, over my breasts, to my neck, and all the way up to my mouth. I feel his cock. His thick head stops right at my entrance. He is so close, he is teasing my dripping slit, but he does not penetrate me.
“Look at me, Koukla,” he demands, lifting his body so I can see where we are almost joined.
I bite my lip, flexing my hips, but he moves with me.
“Watch with me. Watch as I make you part of me,” he says, and fuck, it sounds so damn sexy.
Angel inches forward, and I arch my back. He is going slow.
So achingly slow.
But it feels so good. Like so much more than sex. It’s like he is reaching deep into my soul, taking it, making it his.
And more than that, he is giving me his soul in return. And every inch of him that pushes inside me is marking me, branding me as his.
Angel is so big. So surprisingly tender.
“That’s it, Little Doll. Take me. Take. All. Of. Me.”
He withdraws and pushes back in hard and deep. So deep.
“Angel. My Angel!”
I gasp and clutch at his sides. I adore his body. Angel is magnificent, and he loves me so perfectly.
His hands are everywhere. He is touching me all over. My thighs. My hips. Our chests pressed tightly together. He kisses me, too.
His tongue tangles with mine, and I am drunk on him. Next, he is wrapping his arms around my back, hugging me to him. Angel groans and fucks me harder.
His hips are pumping, the staccato bringing me higher and higher.
This is not the tender lovemaking I imagined on my wedding night when I was a little girl.
This is frenzied. Brutish. And everything I need.
He is everything. All I will ever need.
Angel’s thighs push against mine, opening my legs farther, until the stretch is burning. But I love it. I want more.
He ruts into me at a punishing pace and before I can even register it is happening, I am flying. Pure pleasure crashes into me like a tidal wave.
“Fuck, I love you,” he growls, arching above me as he fills me with his cum, and he looks so perfect.
Like a god. Like an avenging angel.
I’m too spent to smile when he crushes me beneath his weight, trying to catch his breath. But I never felt complete happiness like I do in this moment. And it is all because of him.
My husband.
My Angel.