Epilogue Valerio
FIVE YEARS LATER
“Rio, please.”
I slam into her from behind, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing in the quiet of the room.
Fede is arched, her chest pressed flat against the mattress, her ass tilted up high so her pussy can take every inch of me. I’m buried deep, my cock stretching her tight walls as I drive forward with a rhythmic, punishing force.
She lets out a sharp, loud moan that makes me freeze for a split second. We both glance toward the door, the silent reminder that the kids are sleeping just down the hall.
"Shhh," I growl, my voice a low vibration.
I reach forward and shove my fingers into her mouth. She doesn't hesitate; she bites down hard on my knuckles, muffling her screams into my skin. If she wakes up the kids, it'll be trouble. That's what I tell myself.
But the truth is, I love the feeling of her teeth sinking in, the desperation in her grip as she uses me to stay quiet. It only makes me harder.
I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pick up the pace.
I’m not being gentle now. For our anniversary night, I want her to feel every thrust, to feel exactly how much I still crave her after five years.
I hammer into her, my cock sliding through her soaking wet heat, hitting her cervix with every deep plunge.
Fede is shaking under me, her muffled whimpers vibrating through my fingers. I can feel her internal muscles clamping down, pulsing around me in tight, frantic waves.
She’s close. I can tell.
"That's it, Fede," I whisper, leaning down to bite the shell of her ear. "Take it all. Give me everything."
I feel her orgasm rip through her, her pussy gripping my cock in a violent, rhythmic squeeze that nearly breaks my resolve.
I let out a guttural groan, my body stiffening as I deliver three more powerful, deep thrusts.
I bury myself as deep as possible, pinning her to the bed as I cum. I feel the hot surge of my seed flooding her, filling her up completely.
I hold myself there for a long moment, breathing hard, making sure every drop stays inside her. We’re trying for another, and I want to make sure I leave nothing behind.
Slowly, I slide out of her and pull her into my arms. Fede curls into my chest, her skin damp with sweat and smelling of sex. Of me.
Five years, and I’m still as possessive as day one. She’s the best decision I ever made.
For a while, neither of us speaks.
The house does that late-night settling thing around us. A pipe ticks in the wall. Somewhere down the hall, one of Sofia’s stuffed rabbits falls off her bed with a soft thump.
Fede lifts her head an inch. “Was that the kids?”
“No.”
“You didn’t even listen.”
“I heard a rabbit die with dignity.”
She snorts against my chest, then presses her lips to the bite mark she left on my knuckles. “Livio’s going to be up at six. And Sofia will want pancakes.”
“Sofia wants pancakes, diamonds, and legal control of the household.”
“She gets that from you.”
“She gets that from you.” I brush damp hair off her cheek and keep my thumb there because I still can. Because she lets me. “Alessio will make them toast before we’re awake.”
Her expression softens at our oldest’s name. Alessio is twelve now, taller every month, quiet in the mornings unless Sofia climbs into his lap with a hairbrush and demands braids. He complains every time. He does the braids anyway.
The cartel war ended years ago. Our younger kids never saw it. But Alessio lost everything to it. Even if he managed to find a new family, part of me tells me he still remembers how fragile love can be. How quickly it can be taken away.
No matter what, he’ll always do Sofia’s braids.
“He’s a good brother,” Fede whispers, probably thinking the same thing.
“He’s a good son.”
Her eyes meet mine. “You’re a good dad.”
That one lands where she knows it will.
I kiss her forehead. “Careful.”
“What?”
“You keep talking like that, and we won't be getting any sleep at all.”
Her eyes go liquid with want. Little did I know, my wife would be just as insatiable as me. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” But I can see her eyelids droop too. “Maybe a quick cat nap won't hurt, though.”
She nods, yawns, and tucks herself back under my chin. “Love you, Rio.”
My arm tightens around her before I think to stop it.
“Love you too, Fede.”
She smiles against my chest, and a few minutes later, she's asleep.
I stay awake for an hour just watching her breathe against me.
My wife.
My light.
And the woman who changed everything.
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