Epilogue
Alistair
Portofino, Italy, one year later
“Scotty, are you inside?”
“I’m out here, looking at the ocean. Care to join me, Mrs. Scott?”
I leaned back in the chair on the balcony of our Italian seaside villa, the salt air clinging to my skin. Vera stepped out, her caramel waves teased by the breeze, her hips moving in that way that always left me useless.
“Well, hello there, sexy,” she purred, slowly unbuttoning her dress shirt.
My mouth went dry as she freed her breasts, and my cock hardened instantly. I could never get enough of her. She was my light against the darkness. My wife. A few months had passed since we said our vows in that old chapel in Lester Harbor, surrounded by family and a handful of friends.
We moved to Dubai shortly after and delayed our honeymoon until now.
Vera wanted it to be a family trip with Damian during his school vacation.
She had just returned from the next-door apartment, where he slept under the watch of our security guard.
She had wished him good night as if he were her own son.
“I love you,” I murmured, pressing my face into her breasts and breathing her in. She smelled like fresh flowers after rain.
“I love you too,” she whispered, kissing the inside of my wrist.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, tugging her shirt down to bare her shoulder.
Her smile stretched wide. “I’m happy. Saph called earlier today.”
“Oh?”
“She and Julian love Port Willington. They’re grateful for what you’ve done.”
“I haven’t done anything.” I lifted a brow, pretending innocence. All I did was make a quick call to a prestigious university on the West Coast, where Julian was offered a top teaching position. He needed a change of scenery away from Lester Harbor to fully heal.
Vera wagged a finger at me. “Do you know what happens to naughty little boys who lie?”
“We get lucky?” I tested, taking her nipple between my lips. Her breast was warm, perfect, her skin tasting faintly of salt and her perfume.
“You get nothing,” she said, pushing me back.
“Hey,” I growled, pulling her in again.
My Artemis smiled that sly, dangerous smile. “Would you like to be tied and punished tonight?”
“Only by you, sweetheart.” I traced her curves, my chest tightening with more than lust. She was my huntress, my anchor, the only person I could surrender to. Heaven was Vera in leather and lace, chaining me, whipping me, breaking me open in ways that made me feel whole.
“Vera Scott,” I whispered against her throat, “I trust you with my life. You are my soul.”
Vera
“And you are my soul,” I murmured, climbing on top of Alistair. I removed my shorts, tossing them onto the floor. Unzipping his shorts, I grasped his thick cock, jerking it while rubbing my bare sex on his lap.
“Don’t rush, sweetheart. We’ve got all night,” my husband assured, tapping my thigh.
Smiling coyly, I tilted my head and sighed. “These darn pregnancy hormones...I feel I need you constantly.”
His eyes poured ravenous desire into mine. “We need each other.”
“We do,” I said. There was nothing wrong with needing another human in our lives. We were a family, after all.
“Can I see all of you? I want to see my child growing in you,” Alistair begged, throwing my shirt on the ground. I was completely naked now.
His eyes widened in awe at my pregnant body. “You’re magnificent. Do you know that?”
I placed his hand on my belly, where our unborn child stirred with a little kick. “We did this.”
“God, I love you,” he said, lowering his lips to my bump. “This little girl is our miracle. What shall we call her?”
“Hope,” I answered.
“Hope?” He rubbed his hands along my hips. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, cupping his rough, stubbled jaw in my hands.
“Her name is Hope.”
The End.