Bonus Epilogue
It still stunned him.
The sight of her. The reality of her.
Naked and flushed in their bed, thighs parted just slightly, chest rising and falling like she hadn't quite caught her breath yet.
She wasn’t posing. Wasn’t trying. She didn’t need to.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
And she was his.
Not because of a ring.
Not because of history.
But because she chose him. Every day, now. On her terms.
Daniel knelt at the edge of the bed. Not touching yet. Just looking.
“Hannah,” he whispered, voice rough with reverence.
She looked down at him, brow lifted, lips curved into the faintest smirk. “You’re staring.”
He nodded. “I’m worshipping.”
Her smirk deepened, but there was something soft in her eyes too. Something that told him she felt it—how much he meant it.
He leaned in. Pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. Then another. Then another.
She let her legs fall open a little more. Just enough.
Permission.
Daniel let out a shaky breath.
She was warm and soft and already slick, and he hadn’t even touched her properly yet. God, she wrecked him. Every time.
He kissed the inside of her knee. Her hip. The curve where her thigh met her body.
Slow. Intentional.
And then he put his mouth on her.
She gasped, her hips jerking slightly.
He moaned—actually moaned—because the taste of her would ruin him for anything else.
He licked her. And licked her again. Slower. Deeper. His hands slid up under her thighs, holding her open, steadying her like she was something sacred.
Hannah’s fingers tangled in the sheets. Her breath hitched.
“Daniel…”
“I know,” he said against her, voice low and wrecked. “Let me.”
He took his time.
Tongue, lips, rhythm—learning her again and again, like scripture.
Every twitch of her thighs, every soft sound she made, every breathless curse—he memorized it.
She came once, sharp and sudden, her fingers gripping the back of his head.
But he didn’t stop.
Not when she cried out.
Not when she tried to pull away.
Not even when her legs shook.
“Please,” she gasped, a breathless sob that might’ve meant stop or don’t ever stop.
He pulled back just far enough to speak.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever known,” he said, voice shaking. “And I want you like this for the rest of my life.”
And then he lowered his mouth to her again.
Because he could.
Because she let him.
Because this was how he said thank you.
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