Epilogue #2
The wicked look in his eyes is all I need in response.
Declan leaves my question verbally unanswered, choosing to use his actions instead, always when I least expect it.
He makes me come right as the food arrives, claiming he didn’t want me to burn my tongue on the hot meal.
I orgasm again when we send our plates back after finishing, and a third time, a few bites into dessert.
Following each orgasm, Declan always takes the time to check in on me, making sure I'm hydrated and praised with his words of affection.
I stare at the half-eaten chocolate cake in front of me, a mix of satiated and desperate for more. "Do you not like the cake? I can have them send something else." Declan brushes a loose strand of my hair out of my face.
"The cake is delicious, but there's something else that I want."
"The sundae? Let me put the order in—Zahra. What are you doing?" Declan reaches for my hands that are currently undoing the button of his dress pants.
"I need you buried inside me, dear husband," I whisper, filling with satisfaction as he drops my hands. Declan may know all my weaknesses, but I also know his. All I had to do was call him husband and he'd let me do whatever I wanted.
"Are you sure? If someone sees us, we could get in a lot of trouble." His words say one thing, but his actions say another as he pulls me in between his legs and lifts my dress out of the way.
"The booth has an additional curtain you can adjust. I saw the setting on the tablet," I state, messing around with the buttons on the screen until a curtain covers the small entrance of the booth.
"You knew about this the whole time, and still let me play with you out in the open," Declan tsks but his tone is filled with pride. "My naughty wife," he chastises before lifting my hips, removing the toy inside me, and sinking me onto his rigid cock.
"Oh fuck, Declan," I moan into his shoulder, doing my best to keep my voice down. I lean my forehead against his and we both watch as he thrusts in and out of me over and over again.
"Be sure to keep that mouth of yours quiet.
I know you like to be loud, but you can't be right now.
When we get home, though, I want your screams to fill the villa.
" He removes his hand from my waist for a second to give me a small smack on the ass.
It's enough to send me jolting forward, g-spot rubbing against his piercing.
I can't come up with anything intelligible, so instead I moan, "Home?" into his ear.
"We'll go home soon, my love, I promise. I know you want to let loose. But first, I need to feel this tight pussy squeeze my cock and take every drop of cum I have to give. Can you do that for me?" he asks, settling his cock back inside me, this time rubbing it against my G-spot.
"Yes. Yes. Right there, Declan, right there.
..oh fuck, fuck I'm coming. I'm—" Declan grabs my face, silencing me with a kiss as I feel his hot cum fill me.
I don't think I'll ever get used to this feeling, the sensation of him owning every part of my body while also prioritizing my own pleasure. He’s perfect.
Declan lets out a satisfied hum as he comes down from his orgasm. He pulls out and tugs my panties into place so the fabric can hold his cum inside me. "Finish your cake, love, and then we'll go home."
I do what he says, unable to control my giggles as he tosses the curtain aside and lifts me into his arms bridal style. Most of the patrons in the restaurant ignore us, and the ones that do look send us sweet smiles, clearly unaware of what we had just done.
Declan keeps his promise of making me a screaming pile of want and need when we return home, taking me to the bathroom, eating me out in the kitchen ('his dessert'), and making love to me one last time in the villa. The next morning, I wake up deliciously sore as we head to our jet.
As the plane takes off, I’m gripping the armrest. Hard. Flying has never been an issue for me before, but after being kidnapped by Cyrus, being in a plane set me on edge.
Declan places his warm hand on top of mine, and I slowly start to relax. "It's alright, Zahra, you're safe."
"It's funny how small the world looks from here. Instead of how vast it truly is. If I didn't have the tracker on me, who knows how long it would have taken for you to find me."
"It doesn't matter how big or small the world is. There's not a single corner of this universe I wouldn't turn over to get to you."
"That does remind me though. I got this for you." I pull the necklace with the dog tag attached out of my pocket. "I figured since you can track me now, it's only fair I can do the same."
Declan beams, tracing the Farsi inscription over with his thumb. "What does it say?"
"One of the few things I can actually read in Farsi. A poem by Hafiz. It says, 'Your heart and my heart are very old friends.'" I place a hand over Declan's heart.
He does the same to me. "Always," he declares.
"Always," I promise.
THE END.