Epilogue #2
He gave up everything to come to me. His career, his life, all to be with a criminal.
How can I push him away now? He has nothing to go back to.
He chose me knowing what I bring to the table.
Knowing that I’m not a soft woman and will kill someone without batting an eye.
No one has ever chosen me, not that I gave them the chance.
If I’m being honest with myself, I don’t want him to go.
I want him to stand by my side as we burn the world to ash.
I’m rendered speechless at his declaration.
Before I can think of anything to spit out, his hands cup my face as his lips crash on mine.
The world blurs around us as two souls bind themselves as one.
His kiss is deep, longing and so full of passion.
I kiss him back with every emotion inside me, letting him know how I feel.
Words cannot describe how fucking content my soul finally feels.
A throat clears causing us to break apart.
“Nice to see you, Alaric. It’s been a minute.” Blakely gives a mischievous look. “Antonio is waiting out front to take Ella and me shopping. Seems to me like the two of you have some making up to do. You owe me, bitch.”
Blakely bends over and kisses my forehead before she takes Ella’s hand and saunters off back inside. Antonio is going to be so thrilled with his little girl date. I’m going to get the fourth degree when he gets home.
We don’t waste any time staying at the cafe.
I leave cash on the table for our food that never came out and lead Alaric to my car.
We don’t say much on the ride to my villa but we don’t have to.
My car winds around the twisting streets as we climb the mountain.
In the corner of my eye, I can see that he’s taking everything in.
The view of the beautiful land, the realization that I’m actually sitting next to him and not just a dream.
Once we get to the villa, I guide him into my new home.
A couple of the housekeepers steal glances at the man I brought to my safe space and hurry out as if they know we need this moment.
Leading him into my room, he shuts the door behind him and he’s instantly spinning me around, crashing his needy lips into mine.
He slams me into the wall, causing a picture to fall to the ground.
Our tongues intertwine, fighting for dominance.
Pulling away, he bites down on my neck causing my head to fall back with a moan.
Lifting me up, I wrap my legs around his waist as I yank his head back and steal his lips again.
Passion, fury, need fills the room as I grab the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head.
My hands roam his body as if I’m starved to feel his bare skin. A large hand meets my chest as he yanks and rips my dress down. I hear the tear of the fabric, and cool air meets my skin as it falls to the ground.
Using the support of the wall, he pushes me against it as his hand snakes in between my thighs and pushes my thong to the side. His finger glides through the wetness of my folds before he inserts a finger inside me and then another. His thrusts are erratic causing me to thrust my hips forward.
“Alaric!” I whimper as he pumps in and out of me.
I missed this. His touch, his need to pleasure me before he takes what he wants.
Fuck, did I need this! His fingers curl hitting my G-spot, causing me to almost tip over the edge.
He pulls his fingers out from inside me and brings them to his lips and sucks my juices until every last drop is vacant from them.
“It’s been too long since I had a taste of you. So sweet, but not enough. Tell me, baby girl, what do you want?” His breath is hot against my ear making me clench my legs together.
What do I want? I want to be destroyed. I want to feel the connection we had as our bodies collide. I want to see fucking stars as I hit my climax over and over again.
“I want your cock deep inside me. Claim me. Destroy me. I want you hard and deep,” I purr, causing his dick to grow harder as it’s pressed against me.
Without a second to waste, he carries me to my bed and slams me on the luscious comforter.
The sound of his jeans hits the floor before his hands are around my thong, pulling them down.
Quickly, I unclasp my bra before he lowers himself so that our bare skin is touching.
The head of his cock teases my swollen clit before he shoves himself deep inside me.
There’s no ease, no preparation as he buries himself knowing I’ll stretch around him.
My head falls back as I moan from the invasion.
“Eyes on me, Little Reaper,” he commands as he grabs my jaw forcing me to look into those hypnotic baby blues.
I spread my legs wider as he pulls out to the tip and slams back into me. His hips move faster as he thrusts into me causing the bed to creak. Deeper and deeper he takes me. All his frustration slams into me and I take it.
Without warning, he pulls out, flipping me on my stomach. He arches my ass in the air and spreads me wider with his legs. Hands intertwining in my hair, he yanks my head back as he leans over me and shoves himself deep inside.
His hold gets tighter with each thrust. His other hand grips my hips, nails digging into my skin. My body begins to shake as he hits that spot over and over again.
My arousal coats his cock with each yank of the hair, smack landing on my ass and the force of his unnaturally large size. The feeling of euphoria as my body trembles from my peaking orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Don’t stop!” I plead.
He doesn’t stop. He takes and takes until both of our bodies tremble and we come undone. The heat of his seed spills deep inside me before we collapse on the mattress. We stay there for a moment, trying to catch our breaths, bodies slick with sweat from the declaration we just made with our bodies.
After a few minutes, the mattress dips as Alaric lifts himself off me. The ghost of him causes panic and I push myself up to see where he went. Water starts to run from the bathroom as he emerges with a wet cloth in hand.
His hand spreads my legs open as he cleans off the substance that leaks down my legs and between my sensitive area.
Once he’s finished, he picks me up bridal style and leads me to my huge tub and sets me down in the steaming water.
I push myself forward so he can sit behind me and lean back into his burly chest.
“How did you find me?” I ask after several minutes of silence.
His arms wrap around me in a territorial hold. I sink into him, loving the way it feels. I feel safe, content and a total idiot for ever thinking that I could be without him.
“Your assistant, Angela, wasn't so sneaky when she was in New York. Beckett found her and hacked into her phone and got all the information I needed. I think she needs some lessons on how to cover her tracks.” His chest rumbles underneath me.
Damn. That’s good to know. Lucky for her, she was able to bring my heart home, but if it were any of my enemies, we would be fucked. I need to remember to get with Larson and have him give her some lessons.
“Why did you give up everything for me? Your dream, your career all gone for a woman who kept things from you. Who brings nothing but destruction and chaos. How can you do that?” I pull out of his arms and push my body away from his, creating space.
His hands stop me from putting any more space between us. My body begins to twirl so that I’m facing him. Tears stream down my face without permission. I destroyed everything. I don’t deserve his love. I don’t deserve to have him sitting in front of me looking at me like I’m his everything.
“Celeste, you are where I feel at home. Wherever you go, I will hunt you down and remind you that you’re worthy. Your broken pieces, I will hold them together. I love you more than the stars in the pitch-black night.”
Home. He is my home.