Epilogue 2
Gabriel
The ocean wash is a soothing background as I step quietly into the bedroom.
My gaze lands on my stunning wife as she tenderly cradles our daughter to her breast. Lamplight glows softly on Wren as she sits up in the bed. She was made for motherhood. Nova has only enriched our lives and strengthened the bond Wren and I forged that night in the alley—the night I saved her life, and in turn, she saved mine. A night that changed everything, gave me my little bird, and now a daughter to love and protect.
My heart lurches with an astonishingly powerful tug of love. I’ll protect my family, my world, for as long as I live .
Wren smiles at me, a beautiful smile that always reaches her eyes these days and makes me feel like her king. Her lover. Her Daddy.
Nova yawns without opening her eyes and settles to sleep, her belly full of her mama’s milk.
“We’re in one of the most beautiful places in the world, but nothing beats this view,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss my wife. “We made a masterpiece.”
Wren stares at me, her eyes glowing. “That we did, my love.”
I smooth my fingers gently over our sleeping daughter’s downy blonde hair. She has her mother’s coloring and blue eyes. “Now I have two miracles.”
“Give me a year or so, and we’ll make a third. A little boy with your gorgeous eyes and dark hair.”
The thought of putting another baby inside my wife hardens my cock. Wren sees the desire in my eyes and shifts restlessly on the bed, her cheeks flushing.
“You need my cock, little one?”
Wren nods.
“Use your words. ”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good, because Daddy’s hungry,” I say, my eyes on her exposed breasts.
Picking up our daughter, I carry her through to the room set up as a nursery and place her in her cot. I check the baby monitor is switched on before returning to my wife.
She’s spread out naked on the bed, waiting for me. God help me, I’m already as hot as the Hawaiian sun, and I haven’t touched her yet.
I quickly shed my clothes, my eyes pinned to her the entire time. She’s even sexier since she gave birth to our daughter. I know she’s self-conscious about her stretch marks and the extra pounds, but to me, they represent the miracle of her body as she grew our daughter.
Her legs drop open, offering me a breathtaking view of her plump pussy.
Wren bites her lip. The way her small white teeth dig into that full pink flesh is always so fucking arousing. “I’m waiting, Daddy,” she says huskily. Her hand snakes between her legs, her fingers playing over her slick folds. “I’m so empty.” She glances at my cock with a longing that has it straining toward her .
Prowling to the bed, I lie on my back, hauling her over me. “And I’m hungry, baby girl.”
She leans down so her breasts hang over my face. She shivers as I flick my tongue over one of her nipples, teasing her for a second before I latch on and suck hard.
“Oh, God.” She utters a small gasp. “Feels so good when you drink from me, Daddy.”
I groan around her breast as her milk fills my mouth like liquid ambrosia. A drop beads on her other nipple before splashing onto my face and making my cock jerk.
I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and tugging, lapping at the milk leaking from her until she squirms away from my mouth, her nipples over-sensitized.
Wrapping my hand around her nape, I tug her head down and take her mouth in a hungry kiss, stroking her tongue with mine, sharing the taste of her milk with her.
She pulls back, cheeks flushed, lips damp and swollen. “Now I want to suck you, Daddy,” she purrs, moving down my body.
Fuck, yes. I want that mouth on me until it’s a burning ache.
“Ah, fuck, little bird. You know how much Daddy loves it when you suck his cock like a good girl.”
When Wren places her hand flat on my abdomen, I jerk at the heat radiating from her palm. My stomach tightens until it’s as hard as a stone. My cock throbs, and she hasn’t even started yet.
Her hand sweeps lower, and she skims the hair at the base of my shaft. She leans down, and her silver-blonde hair falls forward, brushing the skin of my stomach. Running her hands along my ribs, she presses her mouth to the center of my chest, nipping at my pec. The hard line of my collarbone. The racing pulse in my throat. I suck in a breath as hunger blazes through me.
“I love your body,” she says softly. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as yours, baby girl. You’re amazing.”
She slides lower. Her hand curls around my cock. Pauses. Time slows. Through narrowed eyes, I watch her lower her head.
If she stops, it’ll kill me.
Then, she delicately licks the flushed head, licking her lips as though she relishes my taste. “Do you like that, Daddy? Do you like it when I taste your cum?”
Any response evaporates in a searing burst as she firms her grip and moves her hand up and down. Every muscle pulses with sensation. A drop of pearly liquid leaks onto the tip, and I grit my teeth so I won’t spill too soon.
Lowering her head, she licks away the evidence of my arousal, and my hands clench at the abrasion of her tongue. Her tongue flicks, and then she draws me into her mouth. My skin burns, and I expect steam to rise from my body.
Tightening her hold, she takes me deeper. I bury my hands in her mane of silver-blonde hair as my hips buck, and I release a strangled curse, fighting to clear my vision. The sensation of her soft, wet mouth on me banishes everything else from my mind.
She raises her head, and my heart slams against my chest as her slender throat bobs. The thought of flooding her mouth with my cum and watching her swallow makes me fucking insane. I suck in a ragged breath. She has me in such a fever, I keep forgetting to breathe.
I bite back a long groan as she takes me deeper. My sight fades to black. She bobs her head until she’s taken most of me. Her mouth feels so good. Hot. Wet. I groan again, and my hips surge. My balls tighten until I think they’re going to explode.
Wren increases the pressure, and I squeeze my eyes shut, battling to stay in control. I want to roll her onto her back and plunge into her. Not that I’ll last more than a few seconds.
I tug gently on her hair and she slowly lifts her mouth, the slide excruciating. Hell, she’ll have me whimpering like a fucking baby.
“I want to keep going.” Her voice is husky. She licks her lips, savoring my taste as if she owns me.
Of course she does.
My jaw clenches. “Get me inside you, little bird. Now.”
Straddling me, she hovers over where I need her. Fuck, I love it when she rides me. All moisture dries from my mouth, and my head swims. No wonder. Every drop of blood has rushed to my cock.
Wren places one hand on my chest and slowly, oh, so slowly, lowers her hips, using her other hand to guide me into her body. Delicately, she takes the tip, and I groan long and hard when she stops there. I wait for her to take all of me. Instead, she rises, her sleek cleft teasing my swollen head.
Her musky scent goads me. I can’t endure much more. The humiliating likelihood of shooting my load on the sheets increases.
“Wren.” Her name is a strangled protest as I clumsily lift my hips, past finesse and skill. Jesus, I’m past sane thought.
Still she holds herself apart. I’ll take great pleasure in disciplining my naughty little girl later. Once, twice, I lurch upward, and each time, she poises far enough away for me to feel her heat. She laughs, a low sound of excitement. Her eyes are opaque and dilated.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, little bird?”
“Oh, yes.”
She swirls her hips, bathing me in liquid heat. Over my galloping heart, I hear her whimper. Her hand curls in my chest hair. Her grip tightens, and she sinks over me more fully. On a deep breath, she slides down. A long, keening sound of pleasure escapes her.
“Holy fucking shit,” I grunt as glorious warmth encloses me .
Her teasing has built me into a frenzy. She’s claimed my whole body, marking me forever. Every cell in my body sings her name.
Wren ripples around me, shooting wild shocks through me as she withdraws. She lowers once more, clasping my length, sighing her pleasure. On a choked cry, she comes down hard. The world ignites, and my control shatters.
I flip her, hauling her onto her hands and knees. Lining myself up at her entrance, I give her a few teasing pumps before sliding home in one hard thrust.
“Ah, shit. So tight. So fucking perfect for me, baby girl. This tight little cunt is always so greedy for my cock.”
I look down, watching my cock pump in and out of her tight hold, glistening with her juices.
“Oh, God. I’m close, Daddy,” Wren mewls. “Don’t stop. Harder. I need it harder.”
I pump in and out, my balls slapping her ass as her pussy stretches to take me. Thrusting my pelvis forward as she pushes her ass toward me, our bodies coming together with loud slaps.
“Daddy.” Wren wails her release .
My cock swells and pulses inside her, jetting my cum into her depths. Her spasms milk me, sucking my seed from my balls until it overflows and drips down her thighs.
Collapsing on our sides, we catch our breath, grinning at each other like lovesick fools.
I steal a kiss. “Shit, I nearly lost my damn mind for a minute there.”
“So good,” Wren murmurs, cupping my face and stroking her thumbs over my beard. Her eyelids flutter. She’s exhausted.
Not wanting to lose our physical connection, I slide my semi-hard cock inside her again.
She smiles sleepily. “So greedy.”
“Go to sleep, little one.” I grin. “I’ll try not to wake you while I fuck you again.
Wren hums contentedly, and moments later, her breath evens out as sleep claims her.
I must doze off because I slowly emerge from sleep to darkness and shimmering pleasure. I’m still buried inside my woman, my cock now hard and throbbing.
Nudging Wren’s thighs open wider, I thrust deep, lingering at the peak of each stroke. The sensation is astonishing. My breath saws in and out of my lungs. The scent of her arousal is my favorite perfume. Being inside her while she sleeps satisfies some primal part of me—the part that wants to dominate while she’s vulnerable.
I stop moving, filling her completely. Hanging between wakefulness and sleep, she sighs, low and sensual, flowing around me as naturally as silk, surrounding me with warmth, passion, and love. Our connection is perfect, soul and body.
Slowly—every second an eternity—I move again. Wren shifts, and I sink deeper with a harsh groan. My next thrust is harder as coherent thought flees. I accelerate the snap of my hips, my climax drawing closer. The bed creaks, and she moans again but doesn’t open her eyes. Need grips me like talons. Even in sleep, her inner muscles tighten around me, urging me to continue.
My thrusts become jerky, my skin slick with sweat. I groan as I reach my limit, rutting deep once more before my climax detonates from my balls, and I erupt inside her.
Breathing hard, I tuck her against me, running my hands over her back and savoring her soft skin.
“Love you, Gabe,” she sighs into my throat, her soft, sweet words melting my heart .
“Love you too, sweetheart. Until my last breath.”
The wounded girl fate sent my way is now a strong woman, confident in my love for her. She’s spread her wings, soaring high and exploring the world. But she’ll always return to me, her safe place to land. My lover. My wife. The mother of my child.
My little bird.
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