Epilogue
ONE YEAR LATER
Everleigh lay on the bed in the cage in the dark temple, looking like the beautiful, magical goddess that she’d become over the last year.
I stood at her feet, the orange flames of my torch glowing brightly in my hand.
I put it in the sconce and turned back to her, laying my hands gently upon my lovely bride’s swollen belly.
She’d carried our baby for almost nine months now, her body swollen with life and bursting to bring the life of our son into the world. I’d never loved anyone so much in my life, and the thought that Everleigh was carrying our child overwhelmed me with the sweetest waves of emotion daily.
The darkness of the temple was mysterious and pulsing tonight with the usual sacredly dark glory, but it was the light of life, the light of the love between us that beamed so brightly, so undeniable and so very unending and solidly unbreakable.
“Ommmmm,” I began chanting a blessing, my deep voice rising up through the air around us like holy smoke, echoing through the sacred temple like a prayer to the god of Acheron.
I worshiped Everleigh, blessing her as the woman she was now and the mother that she would soon become.
My darling was due to give birth any day now. But I wasn’t here to bless the baby. I was here to worship the woman who’d bloomed into a mother right before my very eyes.
Everything about Everleigh had changed in the last few months.
And yet, she’d truly become herself again. Now, she was the Everleigh I’d known a long time ago, before the false sin of murder had been thrust upon her shoulders, before she’d been saddled with a weight that left her only a fraction of her true self.
She’d always been beautiful.
When we were kids, her beauty had left me stumbling over my words and tripping over my feet.
When she’d joined West and I in Los Angeles, her beauty had left me annoyed and frustrated, because each time she came into the same room as me, I couldn’t think and it took all my strength to keep my hands to myself, let alone my feelings.
When she was on the silver screen, perfect and glamorous and photo-shopped, she was an untouchable beauty that I never expected I’d truly ever be able to get close to.
And a year ago, when we’d finally been able to overcome a lifetime of pain and yearning, her beauty had left me breathless each time I laid my hands, my mouth, my cock on her perfect, satiny skin.
But now — Everleigh, full of life, carrying a child we’d created together?
My god, her beauty had become otherworldly. She glowed with a magical, ethereal aura that only had one, singular effect on me.
I worshiped this woman completely.
And, here, in the temple tonight, my mission was to make her feel like the goddess that she’d truly become.
She smiled up at me, her naked body completely exposed and on full display for me to properly relish in. My hands traveled all over her before I sank to my knees between her outstretched thighs.
Ready to drink from her magical well of love, I shuddered at the pleasure she’d bestowed upon me by sharing her sacred body with me.
When my tongue made contact with her pulsing center, she cried out in bliss, her back arching as she grabbed my head and pressed it harder into her sweet center. The sweet nectar that met my taste buds had become my favorite flavor, her soft, sweet pussy giving me life as I gave her pleasure.
Nothing else in the world could be so sweet.
My hands trailed over her bare flesh, her body quivering and writhing beneath my adoration.
The taste of her spasming pussy took me to another world.
And soon, her body would bring the magic of life into this world, our world, the world we’d built together in the beautiful bond we’d created.
It had taken us years and years to get to this point, but I knew our foundation was now built on trust and loyalty and a deep, passionate love that could never be broken.
Nobody would ever come between us.
My mouth worked against her clit, using all the lessons I’d learned over the last few months to give my love the ultimate pleasure, to make her body shake and tremble with the deepest and most fulfilling sensations she could ever experience.
She writhed on the bed, beautiful, open and welcoming, her body a hallowed temple in itself, holy and sacrosanct, to the love that could exist between two people whose fate were intricately and forever entwined.
To the love that existed between us.
I stopped what I was doing for a moment, my head rising as I looked up at her, engraving the vision of her, right here, in this very sacred moment, upon my memories, knowing I’d never want to forget this sight.
She looked down at me, her eyes shining as bright as sunshine, her heartfelt love beaming at me and I knew.
She didn’t have to say a word.
Everleigh was mine forever.
My love, my life, my light, shining like a star in the darkness of the world, lighting my way to the true meaning of life.
Love.