Epilogue
DANTE
Four years later…
I lie in bed next to Victoria, our two children sleeping soundly in their rooms. I find myself in a reflective mood, thanking the universe for giving me the family that has become the reason I draw breath each morning. Five years ago I never would have imagined I’d find this level of bone-deep contentment in a cozy little home outside the City of Lights.
My wife moans in my ear as I lick at the curve of her neck. My hard cock is still inside her tight pussy, and I growl softly when I feel her fingers tighten in my hair.
I can’t believe we’re here.
Enzo, our firstborn, is a holy terror who more than lives up to his namesake. I see more of myself and my best friend in him than his mother, and it scares the shit out of me. If he continues down this path, I know exactly what his teen years will be like for his mother and I. But I’m eager to see the man he’ll become, proud and intrigued by this willful determination. I already know he’ll be a fierce protector of his little sister as the two grow up.
His name was Victoria's idea, a cheeky nod to the past and the man who came to our rescue when we needed the assist. Adult Enzo hates it, and I can’t help but be amused by his discomfort with his mini-me. He’s continued to demand that we choose another name, even after three years, but he’s shit out of luck.
It’s not going to happen.
Little Enzo may not yet appreciate the homage to the man who saved his parents, but he already has a bad case of hero-worship for his Uncle ’Zo.
I’ll tell my son the whole story when he’s a bit older.
After Enzo was born, I was adamant I wanted a girl. I admit, the arrival of our sweet daughter melted my heart in ways I never knew possible. Aria is a vision of innocence, a tiny angel that has already changed the fabric of our family.
She’s a breath of fresh air, a quality that echoes Victoria's gentle nature—when she’s not pissed off or bratting me. From the moment she arrived, Aria has been a source of calm relief for me. Where Enzo is a force of nature, strong and determined, Aria brings a special layer of warmth and joy. It feels like my son was born of my darkness and my daughter, born of her mother’s heart.
I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve all this. Most days, I still feel like an undeserving thief.
My beautiful wife has been by my side—and underneath me—for nearly five years. The woman is more patient than a saint and hasn’t ever turned from me. With her headstrong will and her heart on her sleeve, Victoria has always been the guiding force in creating our family. My heart swells with gratitude for the two children she’s blessed me with.
"Dante," Victoria whispers, reaching out to trace swirling patterns on my chest. “Stop teasing.”
I chuckle, licking at her flushed skin as I breathe in that lavender scent that drives me wild. "Just thinking, princess. About us, about the kids."
“Think more about your wife and how you’re going to make me come.”
I roll my hips, gently easing my cock deeper without giving my wife the friction I know she craves. “Who said anything about making this fast, princess?”
She lifts her hips to meet me, but I pull back to counter her efforts. "You're evil, husband."
"I prefer charmingly mischievous.” Victoria arches quickly, claiming more of my hard length, and I groan when my balls clench in response. “Careful, or this will be over before I even get started.”
“Fuck me, husband, or else I’m going to ride your cock until you beg me to stop.”
Oh really?
I roll to my back, pulling her with me to keep my cock buried in her sweet heat, and she straddles my hips. If she wants to take control… Well, I’m only a man.
A man who really loves when his wife fucks him like she won’t ever get enough.
“Whatever you want, princess.”
She doesn’t wait a second more, lifting her hips and slamming herself down at a breaking pace.
I grab at her hips, working to guide her movement, to make this last, but Victoria is a pro at pushing me to my limits.
It’s only been a minute and I’m already on the brink of turning the tables. The way I’m feeling, we’ll probably break the damn bed.
“Easy, Victoria,” I warn her. “You’re pushing it.”
She doesn’t listen.
The woman never does. Her life’s mission seems to be making me crazy with lust.
And she succeeds every damn night.
Not that it’s a burden.
I’d gladly give up my sanity to share this life with her.
Victoria has her head tossed back, her dark curls spilling down her back, and I trace the lines of her face with my fingertips, overwhelmed. I’m a lucky bastard. She's everything I could've imagined and more – a filthy angel that blew into my life and transformed my existence in ways I never thought possible.
Victoria has been an unexpected gift that life bestowed upon me in my darkest hour, even when I couldn’t recognize her for what she would mean to me.
It still surprises me that I’ve been able to trust her with my heart after knowing what it’s like to hold the shattered pieces in my hand. She’s the kind of woman who defies reason, ignores barriers, and stands strong in the face of whatever challenge may come.
Her heart is so full of love that it spills over onto everyone around her.
“That’s it, my turn,” I say impatiently, feeling the tight clench of my balls and, sure as shit, my wife gets exactly what she wanted as I start fucking her into the mattress. She’s awoken the beast inside me, the one that won’t be satisfied until we’re both lost to carnal pleasure.
“There he is,” she sighs happily. “My husband.”
“You keep doing this shit to me and we’re gonna have a third kid.”
Victoria laughs and wiggles her curvy little body underneath me. “I’m game if you are, husband.”
Fuck me.
I pump into her harder, faster. Sweat beads along my forehead and I can’t help but imagine her pregnant again. Her belly softening with my child, her breasts swelling, and the hormones… I swear, she’s hornier than I am when she’s pregnant.
“You’re insatiable, princess.”
“You made me this way,” she moans, unapologetic. “I love how your cock fills me up.”
I growl. The woman knows exactly what to say to make me even more wild for her. “Sweetheart, I love fucking you. I love you .”
“I love you, too.”
And she does.
She’s my forever.
My reason for living.
My everything.
Altogether, she gives me five incredible kids. Three boys and two girls. We outgrow our first home, and eventually we open a second bakery and move out to the countryside so the children can run wild through the fields.
My wife, my sweet Victoria, grows more beautiful with each passing year as she continues to be the beating heart of our family of fighters.
And me?
Well, I’m the luckiest bastard in the entire world.
End of story.
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