Epilogue #3
But his dick is out…just swinging in the night air. That could be why, I suppose.
We dip into the trees behind Maple Jacks. Ripley moves like he knows where he’s going, I have no fucking idea.
Coming upon a striking but hidden view of the ocean, he plops his ass down into a wooden loveseat. He tugs me toward him, but my feet are planted looking at the rugged and rocky coastline you can see from here. Waves crash, water spraying in the starlight.
It’s beautiful.
“This view’s incredible,” I breathe.
“Yeah, it is.”
I turn, breath catching when I see he’s looking at me, not the gorgeous evening sky.
Ripley grips his shaft, stroking slow, beckoning me to him with his ravenous gaze.
My steps are slow, nervous. Butterflies flapping around all willy nilly in my gut as I approach. Placing my hands on his wide shoulders, I steady myself. He pulls his gloves off, laying his palms on my hips, guiding me as I straddle him.
His hardness settles between my legs, and I rock against him. His eyes don’t leave mine, cranking the heat and emotion between us to lethal levels.
He could kill me with that look. Undo me on a molecular level so I’d never be the same again.
Shifting my hips, I take him. Slowly at first, soaking up the way every inch feels entering me. My lips slam down on his masked ones as I drop my weight, impaling myself completely.
I moan against his mouth, circling my hips as his fingers work to pull the mask down.
His lips meet mine, starving and needy.
My hand moves from his shoulder, wrapping around his thick neck as my tongue slips out to tease over his bottom lip.
Ripley presses against my hold, fighting to get closer when I lean away. Forcing him to watch what he does to me.
“Flower,” he growls, fingers digging into my hips, attempting to control the way I move on him.
My hand leaves his neck just in case it’s too much for him, moving to tangle in his hair.
His hands cup my ass, mouth coming down over my nipple as my grip tightens.
It’s too much, he’s going to send me flinging off the cliff, straight down into euphoria.
The sound of his palm slapping off my ass breaks the serene night, followed by my cry when his teeth sink into my breast.
Ripley spanks me twice more in quick succession as he sucks a punishing rhythm on my nipple.
“R-R-Rip,” I pant, snapping my hips as he kisses up my chest.
His lips brush mine. “Cum for me, bloodflower.”
When he calls me that, it’s unfair. It reminds me of the first time he said it, and how I’m not a wallflower anymore. I’m strong, smart, and resilient. I’ll do what it takes for him—for us, to be safe…happy. The phrase lights me up, stokes my soul into something unrestrainable.
His tongue tangles with mine, hips tilting, hitting me deep, and I explode, blasting into a million pieces when the orgasm detonates.
I bury my face in his nape, smothering the sounds pouring from me without restraint.
Ripley yanks my hair, pulling my face free. His pace picks up from below as my release soaks his lap. “Scream for me, Rose. It’s my favourite song.”
His body shifts lower, giving him more room to thrust beneath me. Rip’s left hand curls around my neck, as the thumb of his other hand finds my clit.
I nearly black out from the sensations overwhelming me, a string of expletive screams pouring from my lips as he plows into me relentlessly.
When he finds his release, the roar that rips from his chest shakes the heavens, I swear.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
Half comatose and near boneless, I slump against his chest. His heart thunders beneath my cheek, proving to me this is real. He’s here.
“Hey,” he whispers, “look.” Ripley gently jostles me from the dazed state. Turning to look over my shoulder, I suck in a gasp.
Frozen in place, memories play behind my eyes. The lights, the headache, on the cruise deck with Sam. If that was somehow real, is this? There’s no storm rolling in by the looks of it.
The aurora borealis lights up the sky, its gorgeous greens and reds dancing brightly, as my stomach swirls with nausea.
“They’re pretty,” I manage to choke out, not wanting to ruin this moment.
Ripley picks up on the downturn of my demeanour immediately. “Are you okay? Did I cross a line with the outfit?”
Shifting back to him, I reply, “No, that was amazing.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to lie and say “nothing”, but I’m too sated and tired to fight. “I saw the same lights in the other place.”
Ripley stiffens beneath me. “We aren’t there anymore. We’re here, together.”
“I know.” I nod, slowly turning my sights from him to the aurora borealis illuminating the crashing waves below. What I haven’t told him is…I don’t trust it—this. It feels as real as the last place, and I’m terrified it will be ripped away just as terribly as the last time.
He tugs me close, planting a kiss to my temple. “Want to go home?”
A smile curls my lips. Despite my trepidation, I don’t want to bring down the mood. If this is just another place, I’m glad I get to experience it with him again. “Not just yet.”