Epilogue
Rose
Three Years Later…
The three happy years I’ve spent with Damien have been the best years of my life. Every day feels like a dream. I’m married to the best man ever, who puts my needs above all else. I’m happier than I ever dreamed or imagined. My flower shop is doing amazingly well, and every day I spend running it, the part of me that misses my mom heals a little bit more. Damien has cut back on taking dangerous missions, after a near miss on his life a year ago, and I couldn’t be any happier about his decision.
These days, life’s good.
My phone rings, the loud vibration jarring me out of my thoughts. I look down at the screen and smile. It’s Damien. My heart skips a beat, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I raise the phone to my ear.
“Hey, honey.”
“Hey, princess, how’s your day going?”
The sound of his deep sexy voice washes over my skin like a gentle caress.
“Better now that I’m hearing your voice,” I reply, feeling a familiar rush of giddiness. “I miss you.”
His deep groan reaches deep within me and my body trembles in response. “I miss you too, princess. I can’t wait to see you,” he answers hoarsely.
I do a happy dance in my office at his words. Because it means he’ll be coming home earlier than expected. And I have a plan to surprise him.
“I’m closing earlier than usual too. I’ve sent out all the flower orders I have, and Theresa can handle the rest,” I say breezily, referring to my assistant shop manager who has been an absolute godsend after the business really took off in the last year.
“That’s great, princess. I love you.”
I close my eyes, letting the magic of those three words wash over me. It doesn’t matter how often I hear them; the feeling is invigorating each time.
“I love you too.”
At the end of the call, I’m grinning widely from ear to ear. I quickly pack my essentials and head out of the office. I don’t want Damien to get home before me, or my surprise will be ruined.
I say a quick goodbye to Theresa, pick up my already-packed basket of wine and flowers, and hurry out of the shop. I gently place the basket on the passenger seat of the white Mercedes that Damien got me for my twenty-first birthday before taking my space behind the wheel. The drive home fills me with so much anticipation that my legs are jiggling anxiously until I pull into the garage.
An hour later, I walk out of the shower and dry myself, making sure not to mess up the arrangements in the room. I smile in satisfaction as I take in the lighted candles placed in all corners of the room, wafting a vanilla and honey scent and giving the room a golden glow. A bottle of non-alcoholic fruit wine is neatly arranged by the bedside with two empty wine glasses, and red rose petals are scattered across the white sheets. It’s a magnificent view. And all it needs is me, lying seductively at the center of the bed, patiently waiting for my husband.
My insides jump with anticipation, eliciting electrifying goose bumps on my skin. I pick up the sexy lingerie I bought for the occasion, gently rubbing the silky material against my skin before pulling it over my head with a silly giggle. It’s the closest I could find to the lingerie I wore on the night I met Damien, barely covering any of my skin, with its sheer lacy material and garter. The difference is the wide hole at the crotch area.
I quickly arrange myself on the bed, careful not to disturb the scene, and strike a pose. I lay sideways, facing the door. My right palm is jammed into the back my head, raising it at an angle, and my left leg is folded over my right in a seductive pose, pushing my hips outward.
After five minutes of restlessness, Damien announces his arrival. “I’m home, princess,” he calls.
I giggle softly to myself as my heart starts to race. His light footsteps come closer until he opens the bedroom door with a click. His tall, wide frame fills the doorway and I look up to find a pair of dark brown eyes growing darker as they hungrily roam over my body. An ache blooms between my thighs, and I rub my legs together to ease it.
His intense gaze tracks my movements as he enters and closes the door behind him. “Fuck, princess,” he rasps in a voice hoarse with need.
“Welcome home, honey,” I say, grinning up at him.
“This is definitely the best fucking welcome party,” he growls, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt.
I giggle and straighten, putting my hands behind my head. The action pushes out my breasts. “Do you like it?” I ask.
“I fucking love it, princess,” he replies, climbing onto the bed and taking my lips like a starved man.
The kiss is hard and possessive. I’m drowning in sensation as he bites, sucks, nips, and licks. His hands grip my face as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine. I moan softly at the need that courses through me. It’s a searing sensation. My fingers sink into his thick hair as he slowly licks his way to my neck, creating sizzling currents as he goes.
I shiver slightly and tilt my head to the side for more of it. Reality starts to set in and I remember the reason for all my plans. “Damien,” I whisper, shuddering as he grazes his teeth over the beating pulse in the sensitive arch of my neck.
“Yes, princess?” he growls softly against my skin, starting to kiss down over my collarbone toward my breasts.
“I have something to tell you,” I breathe out.
“Later,” he growls, then closes his lips over a hard nipple.
I moan low in my throat, losing my train of thought, and I surrender to the sensations buzzing inside me. My hands roam restlessly over his chest as he traces his tongue over the other nipple. I tremble and my breath hitches at the spike of desire. The need to touch his skin is consuming me as I caress my hands over the white T-shirt he has on, and I groan aloud in frustration. Before long, I’m pulling it over his head, dislodging his lips.
I throw the shirt to the ground, arching my back as he reclaims my breasts. He closes his lips over one, sucking it deep into the warmth of his mouth. I whimper and arch into him, gliding my hands over the hard ridges of his back. My hand movements are erratic and urgent as he feasts on each nipple, nipping and sucking. My body trembles harder and undulates with every sensation that spears through me. My moans grow louder and wetness trickles out of me, soaking my slit.
Damien slowly lets go of my nipples and gently pushes me until my back hits the pillow, his wild, hungry gaze roaming over me. My breaths come out in hard pants and I feel myself grow wetter and hornier under his hooded stare.
“You’re magnificent, and all mine,” he growls, low in his throat, and a soft moan falls from my lips.
His gaze turns darker as his hands reach the juncture of my thighs, and he groans low and deep.
“You’ll be death of me, princess,” he says gruffly, then flicks his finger over my exposed clit. I buckle under his touch and moan in disappointment when he withdraws and climb off the bed.
“Soon, princess,” he vows.
He reaches down to undo his jeans and in one swift motion pulls them off together with his boxers. His cock springs up, bobbing against his hard stomach, and I rub my legs together at the thought of him driving hard into my pussy.
He pumps his dick and a drop of pre-cum slowly trickles out. My desire heightens at the sight, and I can’t help but rise to my knees. I crawl to the edge of the bed, licking my lips in anticipation. I love the feeling of his hot, stiff flesh driving into my mouth as I watch Damien lose control. The urge to swallow him deep fills me, and my core clenches at the thought.
Damien’s heavy lidded eyes go to my lips. “You want a taste, princess?” he asks, and I nod shyly in response.
He shifts closer until my lips are at the same level as his stiff cock, and I reach out to squeeze the base. He groans softly and jerks in my hands as I slowly pump his cock, watching in awe as another drop of pre-cum joins the other. I slowly glide my lips over the cap, swiping off the salty liquid and teasing out another groan from him.
I straighten on my knees, then slowly swallow his hard length until it touches my throat. I suck hard and moan when more pre-cum trickles down my throat. Damien jerks hard in response and slowly dislodges his cock from my mouth.
“Not yet. I want to cum inside your hot pussy as I fuck you to orgasm,” he growls, and bends to take my lips.
His lips glide over mine, slow and deep, and I give in to the sensations that grip me. He releases my lips and slowly unclasps the sheer lace around my breasts, letting them free. His lips glide over the taut, pink nubs, licking and stroking, intensifying my desire. I whimper softly, arching into his mouth. Then he kisses a path down to my navel and gently swirls his tongue around it before moving to the sensitive flesh between my thighs. Kneeling before me, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, arranging my legs over his shoulders.
His warm breath fans over my exposed flesh, and my stomach quivers in anticipation. I reach out to grab a fistful of his hair just as he dives into my pussy like a starving animal. A loud moan rings out of me and I buck under Damien’s assault. His lips and tongue are everywhere, wreaking havoc. My thighs are locked down under his strong arms and I can only give in to the clash of need and sensations. My grip tightens in his hair and I whimper and moan and squeal until I’m a trembling mess under him.
He laps at my clit, sucks on it, then stabs his thick tongue into my entrance, repeating the motions until he brings me to the brink over and over again. My body is overcome by a razing fire of heightened sensations, threatening to burn everything in its path. It’s a volcano that climbs higher under his expert lips and has nowhere to go.
My whimpers and moans have turned into loud wails and throaty moans as I babble and plead for mercy.
“Damien…I can’t,” I beg. “Please. I…need to…p-please.”
Suddenly he releases me, sits on the edge of the bed, then lifts me and sits me astride him. He guides his cock into my waiting channel, then slams deep from beneath.
“Oh God!” I convulse hard, grabbing his shoulders, but he doesn’t let up. In this position, his hard cock feels deeper and fuller inside me as he thrusts. His arm bands around my waist, giving him leverage to drive into me.
“Look at me, princess,” he orders in a soft growl, and I open my eyes, suddenly unable to look away.
His face is harsh and his eyes are crazed, filled with deep-seated need and something else—devotion. Another wave of desire grows with every stroke, every thrust, until I’m meeting him thrust for thrust and my moans turns into loud cries. He bends his head to suck a hard nipple into his mouth and I mewl at the added sensation, digging my hands into his shoulders.
The growing desire becomes a roaring fire in my head, building until my breath trembles and every part of my body starts to go taut. Damien releases my nipples and looks at me, his dark gaze penetrating my heart.
“I love you,” he growls, then slams harder and deeper into me, grazing a bundle of nerves.
“I love you!” I scream as my orgasm takes me over.
I clutch him tight and press my face hard into his shoulder as my body convulses, clamping hard on his cock. He grunts loud and jerks repeatedly into me, shooting his release. I quiver and tremble in his embrace, wracked with aftershocks as he continues to thrust shallowly, still coming.
“Fuck, princess,” he whispers hoarsely, pulling back until we’re staring at each other, breathing hard. “It always gets better with you,” he says, kissing me slowly.
This is perfection…
A few minutes later, I’m sated and snugly wrapped in Damien’s arms, breathing in his scent and basking in his body warmth. “What were you going to tell me?” he asks in a low tone, scattering shivers all over my skin.
Excitement sparks inside of me and I look into his loving gaze. “I’m pregnant,” I say softly, grinning wide.
Damien freezes. “What?” Shock is evident in his dark brown eyes.
His eyes widen and I watch excitement and love grow in them as his hand slides to my stomach. “You’re pregnant?” he asks.
I nod, smiling wide at his reaction. “This is the best fucking news,” he whispers hoarsely, claiming my mouth in a long, deep kiss.
When we come up for breath, I look up at him eagerly. “You’re really happy?” I ask.
“The happiest I’ve ever been,” he says sincerely.
I smile, curling into his arms and whispering, “Me too.”
Damien has given me everything I ever wanted—a home, his love, and now a child. We cuddle even closer, our legs tangled together, and I fall asleep dreaming of a future full of more happiness than I ever thought possible.
~The End