Epilogue
Viktor
Five years later, and my obsession hasn’t lessened by a single fraction of a degree.
If anything, it’s only grown more dangerous.
She is still my absolute everything. Over these years, we’ve grown together, watching each other marvel at what we’ve become.
I might be Valentina’s world, the person that keeps her grounded, but she is the goddamn sun.
All I do, every single second of every single day, is revolve around her.
I have to. The moment I stray too far from her heat, my insides start to freeze.
I step into the master bedroom to watch Valentina slip out of her silk robe, her bare back calling out for me to bite it.
"Did you put Amara to sleep?" I ask.
She nods softly as a tired but beautiful smile touches her lips. "Finally."
Amara. Our perfect newborn daughter. She looks so much like her mother that it hurts my chest. Every night, before I even think about sleeping, I find myself standing in her nursery.
I press two fingers against her tiny ribcage and wait for the rise and fall of her breath.
I need the proof that this life is real.
That I didn't dream Valentina. That I didn't dream Amara.
I don't waste another second.
I surge forward, hooking an arm around her waist and hauling her effortlessly off her feet. A startled laugh leaves her as I carry her backward. The bedroom door slams against her spine with a solid thud, and I cage her there.
"Viktor," she gasps.
I kiss my way up to her jawline, grinding my dick between her thighs. "You have no idea what you do to me," I growl. "I’m the luckiest man alive to have you.”
Apparently, my wife isn't in a romantic mood tonight. She doesn't answer with sweet words. Instead, her dark eyes flash with that familiar, arrogant fire.
"Daddy," she mumbles against my lips.
The single word is a match to gasoline. I pull her underwear down in one violent tug and drive myself into her with a thrust so hard it rattles the heavy wood of the door behind her.
A loud shriek rips from her throat, her nails digging into my back as I start fucking her rough.
She is weeping against my shoulder as I remind her exactly who she belongs to.
No matter how much time passes, no matter how much our world changes, our love will always be the same. We will always be perfectly attuned to each other's needs—knowing exactly when to hold, when to break, and what the other requires to survive. Forever and forever.
She will always be what pulled me out of darkness, and I will always be the man who showed her the light.
I am nothing without Valentina, but she is also not truly herself without me.
Just like the sun, she dictates my entire existence, and I will happily orbit her universe over and over and over again just to take a single breath.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Being owned by Valentina is the reason I breathe.