Epilogue #2
The evening hadn’t gone exactly as I’d planned, thanks to Mireille’s unexpected game of strip chess. Not that I'm complaining.
She’s impossible to resist when she’s like that: clever, teasing, absolutely in control even when she doesn’t realize it. And truthfully, I like it that way. She’s the only one who can make me forget the rules, forget the world I live in.
After we’ve cleaned up, we move around the living room picking up the scattered chess pieces. The board lies crooked on the rug, the pieces strewn across it like the aftermath of a quiet war.
“Where’s your queen?” she asks, scanning the floor. “I could’ve sworn it was right here.”
I stay silent for a moment, watching her as she kneels to look beneath the couch, her gorgeous ass curved perfectly in the air. My cock starts to stir to life again, and it's taking everything inside of me not to pull her in and make love to her. Again. For the third time in a row.
But not now. I can't let myself be distracted again.
She turns when she realizes I’ve gone still. “What?”
“Nothing,” I say softly. “Just…watching my greatest distraction.”
She rolls her eyes, despite the adorable blush spreading across her cheeks. “You’re impossible.”
“True.”
When she straightens up, she finds me kneeling behind her. She startles slightly, laughing. “What are you doing down there?”
“Returning something that belongs to you.”
I open my palm. Resting in it is the black queen—the one piece she hadn’t been able to find. But balanced on top of it is the diamond ring I’ve been carrying for months.
She gasps, her eyes widening. “Dmitri…”
I take her hand gently and turn her toward me, keeping my eyes steady on hers. “In chess, the king may stand tall, but he’s nothing without his queen,” I say, and she nods, smiling through the tears pooling in her eyes. “He's vulnerable. Lost. Easy to topple.”
She lets out a shaky laugh. “You’re really doing this now? While we're both naked in a messy room filled with scattered chess pieces?”
“There’s no other time,” I say simply. “You’ve already taken my heart, my plans, my sense of control. We might as well make it official.”
She laughs softly, a tear slipping down her cheek. “That’s your proposal?”
I tilt my head, smiling. “Not quite.” I clear my throat slightly, pushing the words through the tightness in my chest. “Mireille Turner…you are the light I never thought I deserved. You make my world so much better. Be my queen—always and forever.”
For a moment, she says nothing. Just stares down at me with that same look she gave me the day we first played chess in the park—curiosity, affection, and something that feels dangerously like forever.
Then she nods, more tears slipping down her cheeks. “Yes,” she whispers shakily. “Of course I’ll marry you. You’re the king to my queen, Dmitri Balshov.”
Relief floods through me in a way I can’t explain. I slip the ring onto her finger, laughing when she does. Then she drops to her knees and throws her arms around my neck, her naked body pressing against mine.
My cock twitches eagerly against her hip. Mireille pulls back, her eyes gleaming with humor and something else.
“Someone is getting excited,” she teases.
“There's a lot to be excited about, my love,” I reply, grazing my knuckle slowly over her chin. “The night is long, baby… What do you say we make the best use of it?”
Her breath hitches, her eyes glazing over with desire just like I anticipated. I press my mouth to hers, kissing her long and slow. Then she moans into my mouth, and my control snaps. I press her body closer to mine, kiss her deeper, stroking my tongue against hers.
She runs her hands up my back, down my chest, her fingers closing around my cock.
My body jerks reflexively at her touch. I let out a deep growl as immense pleasure rocks through me.
Then I pull away quickly from her hand and flip her body, bending her over until she's on all fours, her ass high in the air.
“Yes,” I hiss, stroking her smooth, luscious ass. “Fuck, yes.”
I position myself behind her, spreading her legs wide with my knee. With one hand on the small of her back, the other holding my cock steady, I slide into her, slowly, until I'm completely sheathed.
For a moment, I stay still, soaking in the feeling of her wet warmth wrapped around me.
If I died now, I'd die a happy man.
She rocks impatiently against me, and all rational thought flies out the window. I grab her hips and thrust hard. Again. And again. Until the room echoes with our grunts and the sound of skin meeting skin.
I reach around her hip and slide my hand between her thighs, stroking her clit in time with my deep thrusts.
“Oh, God,” she sobs, clenching hard around me as she comes again.
I thrust even harder and faster, until my body jerks to a shuddering stop. I let out a low hiss, pulling her up and holding her tightly against my chest until the last of the tremors rack our bodies.
“I love you, moya kukolka,” I whisper in her ear, pressing a hard kiss against her hair.
She drops her head against my shoulder, laughing softly. “I love you, too, Dmitri.”
~The End
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