Epilogue
JACKSON
One Month Later
We walk hand in hand through the cave, the walls glistening with green jewels, custom torches flickering around the clamshell bed—a green tint to the flames. I sink my hand greedily into her side, pulling her closer against me.
She smiles up at me, green lights dancing in her eyes.
“It’s like we’re the only people alive,” she murmurs.
I spin her toward me, kissing her hard. As we kiss, our tongues hungrily finding each other, our bodies growing hot and needy, I think about this past month.
The long hours, working hard in between glimpses at her stream.
Dakota’s audience growing as the news cycle moves on, and people stop caring about two consenting adults who fell in love.
The release of the dungeon and the Emerald Cove redesign is tomorrow. It’s symbolic, I feel as our kiss deepens, and our hands move over each other… symbolic of our relationship, of the work it took, the give-and-take, the control, and the letting go.
She gasps, dragging her hands down my bare arms. I’m wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts, not my CEO getup. She’s wearing a light, summery dress that settles against the curves of her body.
“I love you,” I moan between kisses.
“I love you too,” she whimpers, and we kiss again, harder.
It’s the first time we’ve said it, but just like everything with us, it comes naturally.
“I love you so much,” I groan, lifting her off her feet.
She wraps her legs around me, her dress hiking up. “I love you, Jack. I love you. I love you.”
Each time she sounds more confident, surer, more passionate.
I lower her onto the clamshell bed, just like we did in the game, our game. She’s so enthusiastic and eager, my cock feels like it’s going to blow. She tears at my shirt, then reaches between our bodies and rubs her hand up and down the front of my shorts, moaning eagerly.
I pull up just enough to tear my shorts to my knees. My cock springs free, precome glistening in the emerald-green light. I fucking love the way Dakota looks at my rock-hard dick, her eyes wide, reminding me of that first time when I feasted on her soaked pussy before slipping inside.
She wriggles out of her underwear, then lets her legs fall open and raises her eyebrow at me. I’m shaking in anticipation, just like I did the first time, and I stare at her wet, shining pussy. She bites her lip and beckons me with her finger.
“Are you going to keep me waiting?” she whimpers.
I inch forward, staring down at my swollen cock as I spread her walls apart and push inside. She sinks her hands into my shoulders, her eyes lighting up with connection and love.
I push inside her as she whispers she loves me. I collapse atop her, kissing her neck, whispering it in her ear over and over as I thrust inside and feel her tighten around me.
Her walls grip me close as I sink against her. No space between us at all. Nothing stopping us now.
We move together, like lines of code collapsing into one. She moves her hips at the perfect angle as I pull out, then sinks down to meet me when I plunge back in, her heat making me grit my teeth, sweat sliding down my forehead.
She pants in my ear, tearing her fingernails down my back. Time means nothing in this cave, our special place. It’s just us, the slickness, the perfection. We fuck for minutes or hours, I don’t know or care. We’re together, that’s all that matters.
I know she’s going to come before she does. It’s the way her breath changes, the fluttering in her core, her fingernails clawing against my back over the old scratch marks she’s already left.
She screams as her release hits her, cries out in full-blown, unashamed pleasure. I thrust deeper, our eyes fixed on each other as wave after wave of hot come rushes out of me.
“I’ll never stop loving you,” I whisper as my cock begins to wilt inside of her.
I kiss her on the neck and the cheek and the lips, wherever my lips land.
“For the rest of my life, Dakota, I’ll love you.
Cherish you. Protect you.” I swallow, slipping out of her and kissing her on the lips again. “If you’ll let me.”
“I will,” she whispers, voice heavy with emotion. “Always.”