Epilogue – Freya
Two and a Half Years Later
“She’s going to be fine. Right, my love?”
He chuckled again, that deep, rich sound reechoing in the space between us as he guided the car into the familiar spot beside the playground, the same place where I believed our love journey together had begun.
He killed the engine and turned to me. A smile spread across my face, and my heart skipped a beat. “You’re looking at me funny again.”
“Because you worry too much, wife. Alina is fine.”
It was our daughter’s first day of school, and my nerves suppressed every other ability for me to be rational and think properly. My stomach had twisted into knots as I helped her into her tiny backpack, and my hands shook. Egor’s reassuring touch on my shoulder only made me more anxious.
What if she got lost? What if she didn’t make friends? What if…?
I pushed the thoughts away, but they lingered, taunting me. I looked at my husband, trying to draw strength from his calm demeanor, but my mind raced on. Alina’s innocent smile only made my nerves worse. I felt like I was sending a part of myself into the unknown, and it terrified me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this vulnerable.
Egor’s gentle nudge on my hand brought me back to the present. “You’re doing it again.”
He looked effortlessly handsome, his firm jawline and full lips making my heart flutter. His hair was messy and perfectly imperfect, and I loved how it fell slightly at the nape of his neck. He was dressed in a casual white T-shirt and faded jeans, which only added to his laid-back charm. As he turned to smile at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners, I felt my pulse quicken. I looked away, trying to compose myself, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was melting into those piercing eyes.
I blew out a nervous breath and flashed a small smile at him. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He kissed my cheeks and turned away, gazing at the empty road beyond the windshield. “While you’re worrying about our daughter, I’m thinking about how much I want another child. Maybe a son, this time around.”
And just like that, my nerves were gone, fluttering out the window like birds that didn’t belong in a cage, and the air in the car became too hot to breathe in.
I playfully nudged his arm, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.
“You know, the chances of having a boy are much higher with…deep penetration,” I whispered, my eyes sparkling with teasing. I paused for dramatic effect, before adding, “Maybe I should be on top next time?”
I giggled at Egor’s raised eyebrow, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue.
“Hey, I’m just trying to stack the odds in our favor,” I said, shrugging innocently, feeling pleased that my fake thesis had put him in the mood.
Our eyes locked, and I knew this conversation was far from over.
He grabbed me to himself, not giving me a chance to breathe, before diving into my mouth with a knee-buckling French kiss. I groaned in his mouth and fisted my fingers in his hair. Grabbing my butt, he coaxed my dress higher, up and up and up my thighs, until it bunched around my waist. The sound of his belt steel clanging as he unbuckled and unzipped only made me grow more uneasy—wild to feel him inside.
His dick sprung out, and he urged my knees apart with his hands, gripping my hips to lower me onto his length. His thrust was swift and deep, and my loud moan bounced off the car walls.
I clenched around him and rolled my hips to match his aggressive rhythm. The car bounced beneath us, but we didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to us was us in this moment, here and now.
Gripping the headrest with one hand, I peppered his face with kisses, losing myself in depths of pleasure so deep that I gasped for breath. He spread my legs even wider, plunging into me raw, with a love so fierce and a passion so wild.
We shared our breaths, swallowed our sighs, and he covered his mouth over mine, coming so quickly with a hoarse cry of my name on his lips. It was so intense, so intimate, hearing how much I made him feel, and I came with a strangled cry of my own, clutching onto him as if my life depended on it.
I sobbed, pressing my temple to his forehead, tears rolling down my cheeks, desire pouring down my thighs. We lingered in the silence that settled after, our chests going up and down, neither of us saying a word, not wanting to shatter the moment.
I reached out, taking his hand in mine, and smiled again, feeling the world slow down around us. As I looked at him, I knew this was where I wanted to be—beside him, with him, and for him.
Suddenly, our rough start didn’t matter. The days I’d thought he was evil and wanted to see him experience pain. The nights I’d wished someone else could save me from him. The moments I’d thought I hated him more than my own heart could bear. None of that mattered now. I loved him, and he loved me, and we had a beautiful family.
What mattered was the future, with him by my side.
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THE END