Epilogue 2
ARIA
Six Months Later
I wake up alone to find the bed beside me empty. Looking at the clock on the bedside table, I see that it’s midnight already, and I know exactly where my husband is right now.
The past six months have truly been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. For one, I’m always happy these days, and it’s all thanks to my husband. I finally know what it’s like to be a part of a family that loves and cares for you and is always there to help whenever you need it.
Salvatore and my father are both dead now, and I couldn’t be happier.
I no longer feel scared or worried that they’ll somehow escape their captivity and come after me, and life has been peaceful ever since.
I know I’ll always have to worry about our safety because of who my husband and brother are, but they’ve both gone to extremes to protect my daughter and me, and I have all the faith in the world in both of them.
My husband and daughter make every single day worth living, and it’s amazing to finally experience what life should be like.
My amazing husband, brother, in-laws, and Giana have all been a huge help while I was recovering, and I’m eternally grateful to all of them.
My princess is beyond spoiled by everyone, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I honestly can’t believe how time is flying.
It feels like Aurora is already growing up way too fast for my liking, even though it’s only been a few months since she came into this world.
I don’t even remember what our lives were like before her. She’s honestly filled everyone’s lives with joy and happiness.
I get out of bed and pull my robe on before stepping out of our bedroom and heading for the nursery. I gently open the door and lean against the doorframe, watching the two most important people in my life.
My husband is sitting in the rocking chair, bare-chested with Aurora lying on his torso. As usual, it feels like my ovaries are about to explode at the sight in front of me. Tattooed God of a man, shirtless with a baby on his chest… talk about hot!
One hand is resting on her butt to keep her in place, while the other is rubbing soothing circles on her back as he’s whispering to her.
From where I’m standing, her face is turned toward me, and I see that she’s fallen asleep again. But whatever my husband is whispering to her has her smiling in her sleep, and it’s the cutest thing ever.
He looks up, and our eyes lock onto each other. Butterflies fill my stomach like it always does whenever he looks at me, especially with love and devotion in his eyes. He gives me that devilish smile of his, no doubt seeing the heated expression I’m giving him.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed, baby?”
“I woke up, and you weren’t there, so I wanted to check on you two. Did you already feed and change her?” I ask, stepping into the room.
“Yes. We were just having one of our midnight talks before I put her back into her crib,” he says, a happy and content smile on his face.
I love the fact that he’s been a hands-on dad ever since we brought her home.
My mind goes back to the night that changed everything…
I really did get lucky when I decided to sneak into their party, and when I lost my virginity to him, because the life I’m currently living is more than I ever imagined or dreamed that I’d have.
A moment later, he stands with our baby held carefully in his arms. I place a kiss on her head, and he does the same before putting her into her crib. Once we’ve got her situated, we walk hand in hand back to our room.
The door clicks shut behind us, and he pushes me back against it. One arm is wrapped around my waist, while the other is above my head. My eyes find his—desire in mine and hunger in his.
My breaths are uneven as I already start to pant. This man knows how to get me hot and bothered without even doing anything. I press my palm onto his skin, running my hand along his abs all the way up to his chest before finally wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down.
He obliges, bending down until our foreheads touch before he softly pressing his lips against mine.
I let out a little moan as our kiss intensifies.
He bites and nips at my lips as he grabs a hold of my ass and lifts me up.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and a moment later, he walks us over to the bed.
When he pulls away a second later, we’re both breathless and panting. He slides me down his body and removes my robe and panties, leaving me standing naked in front of him.
I used to be nervous and insecure about showing him my body after I was healed and with the scar, but I shouldn’t have even worried because ever since I was cleared for sex by my doctor, my husband has been showing me how much he worships my body.
“Get on the bed and lie back,” he commands and I obey.
“What now?” I ask, sultrily.
“Spread your legs and let me look at you,” he growls. I open my legs so his eyes can feast on my naked body. He pushes down his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go before wrapping his hands around his thick and hard erection. “Play with my pussy for a bit.”
My cheeks heat as I move my hand between my legs and rub my clit before moving my fingers to run along my slit, my wetness coating the digits. My mouth forms an “O” as I continue to rub, feeling the pleasure run through my body.
“Mm, such a good girl rubbing that pussy until it gets nice and wet for Daddy,” he murmurs, desire coating his words as he continues to stroke himself.
My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips. God, watching him pleasure himself is so damn hot. “I-I need you,” I whisper.
“Patience, amore mio,” he says, lips tipping up in a smile. “Fuck! You are one hot mama! I can’t wait to suck those tits that are full of your milk,” he growls.
He tugs on his cock one last time before crawling onto the bed. My lashes flutter as he reaches for me, gripping my hip and settling between my spread legs.
He then leans over and kisses me once more before pulling away and trailing his lips down my neck, sucking and biting along the way. I already know it’s going to leave a mark, and my core clenches at the thought.
“Do you want Daddy’s cock inside this tight pussy of yours?” he whispers against my skin.
“Y-yes!” I moan. “My pussy feels empty. I need you inside me!”
I’m not above begging right now because I’m so turned on. I just want him to fuck me hard and fast.
“Mm, I don’t know if I want to fuck you yet,” he murmurs.
“P-p-please.” I almost sob the word out.
Instead of his cock, he pushes two fingers inside me. He clamps his mouth onto one of my nipples and pulls, sucking it hard just as he begins to thrust those fingers in and out of me.
I’m so wet already that I can hear the squelching sounds coming from my pussy as he finger fucks me. I also feel him sucking the milk out of me, and fuck, that shit is hot as hell!
He moves to the other breast, using his hand to cup and squeeze the one he just released. Milk flows out of me, and when he lifts his head up again, I can see some of my milk still on his lips.
The sight is hot as hell, and a moment later, my pussy is squeezing down on his fingers, and I’m coming on them with a scream.
“Your milk is the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he growls sexily, before sucking them again, alternating between the two every few seconds.
“Please fuck me!” I beg, close to sobbing, because I need to feel him inside me. I’m so empty right now.
“Looks like you need Daddy’s cock pretty bad, Mama,” he teases as he pulls his fingers out of me and gets off the bed, helping me to sit up.
“Yes!” I snap.
“Okay, Mama. I’m going to give you Daddy’s cock in a second. First, I need to lube it up before I fuck you with it.” He smirks, palming my breasts once more and squeezing.
My milk starts to flow out of my breasts. “Oh my God,” I moan when I see what he’s doing. He’s spraying my freaking milk on his cock, using it as lube to get it wet.
When his length is wet with my milk, he pulls me off the bed and sits down in the place I just vacated and tugs me onto his lap.
I slide down on his erection, his big cock filling me up until he’s balls deep inside me. We both let out a groan at the pleasure.
“Fuck, Mama. Your milk fucking worked like the best lube to ever exist,” he grunts as he moves my hips so that I’m riding his cock.
Fuck! I’ll never get enough of feeling his cock inside me. It’s perfect and fills me up, and stretches me so good. His mouth is back on my breasts, drinking down my milk as I continue to rock my hips in his lap.
“I’m going to fucking breed this pussy again,” he growls when he moves his mouth from my nipple.
“Ahh fuck!” I moan as his fingers begin to strum my clit. I quicken my pace, grinding my hips faster and harder, chasing the orgasm that’s right there.
“Do you want Daddy to breed you again?” he questions, seductively. “Do you want my seed to fill your pussy up so that I can put another baby inside your belly?”
“Yes!” I scream as my body begins to convulse, the orgasm ripping through me.
He grips my hips tightly and begins to thrust his hips up into me, pummeling my pussy.
He thrusts four, five times before slamming me down onto his cock and keeping me there.
I moan again, and he lets out a roar of pleasure as he starts shooting his cum inside me.
I can feel his cock pulse as his warm seed fills me up.
I collapse against his chest, his arms wrapping around me as my body still twitches from the intensity of my orgasm. We’re both panting heavily, trying to catch our breaths.
He tips my chin up and kisses me deeply before he gets up with me in his arms, his cock still inside me and hard as a rock.
That’s one of the things I love about my man; he can go for hours if he wants to. He walks us into the shower, where he proceeds to fuck me up against the wall.
When we finally manage to get clean, and get back into bed, he pulls me into his arms, my head on his chest, and this feeling of love and safety is one I’ll never get tired of.
In no time, I’m falling asleep again in my husband's arms. No matter what our future holds, I know we’ll get through it, as long as he’s by my side.
THE END.