Epilogue
One year later
S etting my paintbrush down, I take a step back and admire the piece I’m currently working on. It isn’t finished, but I am done with it for today. A quick shower is all I need to feel refreshed and get started on dinner. It’s one of my favorite recipes that I’ve learned from here. It’s one of Amaris’, too.
The small town we reside in is an idyllic place to live. At first, when we were getting familiar with the area and our new place, we spent a lot of time exploring the cities—and each other—but also exploring our own individual interests and hobbies. We have been each other's biggest supporters, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when she gave me some paints to try something different.
Charcoal art will always be my favorite. I can’t deny that trying new forms of art isn’t freeing, though. Ultimately, I am the master of my canvas and I express myself in any way to create art. She convinced me to put one of my pieces up for sale and to my surprise, it sold for a lot more than I was expecting. Then I put up another one. And another one.
That feeling was different than any praise or job well done I have ever received, and I didn’t even have to speak to anybody. Without me noticing, she pushes me to my best and then some with her fox eyes and cunning challenges. Or the little things she does for me, none of it goes unnoticed. It just takes me a second to fully realize every time.
Amaris started going to school a few months after we got settled into our cottage here in Rupit, Spain, a charming village I’ve grown to love. She’s taking a nine-month course in a baking and pastry arts program at a culinary institute not too far from here. Says the extra knowledge and practice will be good for her.
It has been about five months since she started and now I look forward to hearing about her day when she gets back, whether it was a good day or a bad day. On the good days, she lights up and explains everything she learned and what she wants to experiment with next. On the bad days, my little fireball spews all her worries and anger on me, then I get to remedy it.
Popping the baking dish into the oven and setting a timer on my phone, I stop on my way to the couch to admire the painting hanging up on the far left wall. The painting I saw the day Amaris and I stopped by the art gallery on our first date.
Turns out, she didn’t go to the bathroom that day. She bought the painting that I was so entranced by and had it shipped to her parents’ house. It was the first thing we set up in this house when we got here. A smile takes over my face at the remembrance of that day and that little detail.
A ping pulls me out of my thoughts and I pull my phone out of my sweat shorts. Speak of the devil and she shall appear.
Amaris : I forgot to remind you to take the steaks out of the freezer so I can make them when I get home.
Amaris : I’m on my way home now. Maybe they still have time to defrost?
Sitting on the couch, I prop my feet up on the ottoman and ignore her messages. The painting hanging over the fireplace now steals my attention. This is nothing new; I can admire any of the artwork here for hours and feel at peace. I do it often.
This particular piece is one Amaris and I made together. Our bodies were the paintbrush and we used the canvas to express our emotions thoroughly. Our passion and love bleeds through the material.
If living here taught me anything, it was how to live slowly. Take the time to just relax and enjoy life. No more looking over my shoulder.
The white stone cottage is cozy, but it stretches out wide and gives us plenty of space to make this place our own. Our home. We share the dining room with the living room and the kitchen is closed off, but it’s right next to the dining table with an open entryway.
Lanterns, fairy lights, and flowerpots with Lilies and Azaleas decorate the porch that overlooks olive groves and mountains. We have a small garden on the extra land, then our backyard goes downhill into the trees. Nature surrounds us, but the neighbors and community aren’t too far away to where we are disconnected from everyone.
All the extra walking, staircases, and the cobblestone roads took some getting used to, but it’s a nice difference. We mostly take trains to get around unless we’re able to opt for our bikes instead.
Opening up the book I was reading yesterday, I pick up where I left off. Just another habit Amaris rubbed off on me.
The timer for the oven goes off, and as I’m walking into the kitchen, the front door opens wide to reveal the woman of the hour. In she walks wearing my favorite baby-blue sundress with her apron still on, helmet tucked under her arm.
“Hey, baby. What’s that smell? I said I would cook tonight.”
She places her helmet and keys down and walks to me while removing her apron, pulling me in for a tight hug where I pepper kisses atop her head.
“You were already in the kitchen for hours today, vida mia . You can relax, shower, sip some wine, and enjoy the meal.”
Taking her hand in mind, I guide her into our bathroom. “Take a shower then tell me about your day.” I place a kiss on her hand then turn to leave, but she stops me on the first step.
“Why don’t you join me and we can make this a fun shower?” she purrs.
When I turn back to her, her top and bra are already discarded onto the floor, those juicy tits begging for my mouth on them. Pulling myself together, I clear my throat.
“You need to eat first because when I get my hands on you, you won’t be able to do much afterwards.”
I have plans for her tonight.
To this day, her cheeks still heat up when I whisper dirty thoughts into those pretty ears.
Reluctantly, she agrees and turns to peel her dress off of her body, giving me a glimpse of a sapphire jewel when the dress pools around her ankles. Good, my girl knows how to listen.
“You can take that out now,” I add with a wink when her face flushes again, before walking out.
After a quick shower, she meets me in the kitchen in a green, knee-length nightgown. I want to rip it clean off as soon as she waltzes in smelling like the sweetest sin. She wraps her hands around my waist.
“I knew that it was baked feta pasta that I smelled when I came home. Mm, thank you so much, I’m ready for this meal.”
I give her a kiss. “I’m ready for this meal, too.” I run my hands down to her ass, then squeeze. Leaning down to her ear, I whisper, “Did you listen to me this morning?”
She nods shyly, though I know the answer already.
“Good girl. Let’s eat.” A smack to her ass punctuates my sentence.
Dinner goes by as smoothly as it usually does. She tells me about her day then we talk about her parents.
Natalie and Daniel have come to visit us twice. Things between her parents and I are progressively getting better and better. Sometimes they video call Amaris and other times they skip her and call me directly just to check in and talk. They treat me like family and I feel like I belong in theirs.
Something I never thought possible.
Hell, if you would have asked me two years ago if I saw myself with the world's most amazing wife and an accepting family by our side, I would have gotten offended and not have the capacity to believe it.
My wife .
We eloped a little over a month ago without telling anyone. Our closest neighbor—and closest friend—Camila, a charismatic lady in her late forties, was more than happy to be our witness. Her and her husband come over for dinner at our house once a week ever since we met them a week after moving here.
We decided to wait until we have the ceremony and party to tell anyone, that way friends and family can come and no one can say they missed out on it. It’ll be a small event on our one-year anniversary of being together in April. But the first time I married my wife, it was just us and it was perfect. It felt like the whole town was celebrating us all month long, they were just happy that it was December. She wears her marquise sapphire stone on her ring finger proudly every day and I never take my wedding band off.
Luciano has dropped in once. Honestly, I’m surprised he came to see us at all, but we have our casual phone calls a few times a month and it’s enough for both of us. Marco is the one that usually pops in at random about once a month, if he isn’t too busy with his new capo duties.
The three of us move to the patio outside to enjoy the sunset and the breeze. It’s chilly, but bearable. Yes, three. There was no way we were leaving Ace behind. He’s practically our son.
“Sometimes I let myself believe we’re living in our own new little magical world out here,” Amaris comments.
She reaches over for a couple of treats and has the dog shake her hand, then she asks him to do a handstand. He doesn’t hold it for long, but it’s still pretty cool to see him do it. Since we made the move, he has learned all types of new tricks.
“What a good boy! Come here. You deserve a treat anyway.”
My dick doesn’t understand she’s calling Ace a good boy, not me. He can have her attention later, I want it now.
“Don’t I deserve a treat, baby?” My voice comes out low and husky.
With a playful glint in her eyes, she considers her response. “Hm, I don’t know if you do.”
Bringing her hand up to my lips, I kiss it. “But I’ve been such a good boy. Don’t you think?”
Her eyes flash momentarily. Slowly she takes her arm back and stands, taking slow steps away from me.
“Catch me if you can?”
A dark chuckle escapes me before I catch it. “Run. And don’t let me catch you.”
Amber eyes blow wide for a split-second, then she’s taking off, full speed down the hill. After a few seconds pass, I trek in her direction, keeping my feet as light as possible.
It’s dark and her dress blends in with the trees, but that won’t deter me. My ears are hyper-focused on any and all sounds as I move deeper into the grove. Leaves crunching faintly pull my attention to my right side where I catch a figure moving behind a tree.
I found you.
Slow, quiet steps take me directly to my prey. Looking around, hoping to catch me first, I conceal myself in the shadows of the trees. Whistling Pop Goes The Weasel makes her jump up and shriek. She’s still searching for me frantically and on the last whistle, I pop out from my spot. She screams again while running away.
This time, I’m on her heels until I can grab a chunk of her hair and pull her towards me, causing her to fall to the ground. She tries to crawl away, but I grab her ankle and hold her squirming body in place.
“Gotcha.”
“Think again,” she sings.
My hand grabs her fist when she tries to punch, but her free leg swiftly kicks me off of her and she takes off again.
We both fall to the floor when I catch her again and I crawl over her body, pinning her legs down and holding her down by her throat.
“How many times do I have to show you that you can’t get away from me. Ever. I will always catch you, little fox.”
My free hand roams up her leg, lifting the material of her gown slightly. “I warned you not to let me catch you.” Skimming over the top of her panties, I grab them and rip them off in one quick motion, pulling a yelp out of her.
“Now, you get no mercy.”
Using the hold on her neck, I pull her up slightly to meet my lips in a rough, messy kiss. Without breaking the kiss, I guide her on top of me so that she’s straddling me now. My hand leaves her neck to rip open the thin nightgown down the middle, exposing pebbled breasts I haven’t stopped thinking about since her shower.
Biting and sucking a trail down her neck to each perfect nipple, my hands caress her body.
“Oh, fuck. Kylo, I need more. Please ."
My control is always hanging on by a thread with her, especially when she looks down on me with half-lidded eyes. My cock springs free from its confines and I watch her bite her lip in anticipation for what’s to come next.
“Where do you want me first? I’m taking all of your holes tonight,” I rasp out.
“I want you everywhere,” she whines while rocking her hips, gliding her juices over my shaft. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
Grabbing both of her hips and lifting her so she hovers right over me, I rub her entrance with my piercings before slamming her down onto me.
It always feels like my first time sinking deep inside her all over again. I will never get over the feeling of her wet heat gripping me tightly and molding perfectly around my cock.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets. Isn’t that right?” I coo, watching her face contort in pleasure.
A heavy palm lands on her ass when she doesn’t reply.
“Yes, fuck. That’s right.”
“Good. Now ride me.”
Painfully, slowly, she rises to the very tip and slides back down languidly. When she comes down the second time, I jerk my hips up. A throaty moan leaves her lips and I know the moment her switch flips.
Bouncing on my dick like a pogo stick, she takes what she needs and she is a damn vision while doing it. I grunt then pinch her left nipple at the same time that her right one gets sucked into my mouth, only serving to turn Amaris into a loud mess. Her nails dig into my back, but I love the burn. I love any pain she gives me.
When I pull back, I can’t stop myself from grabbing her throat and crashing my lips onto hers, swallowing her delicious sounds. My hips piston upwards rapidly and my hold on her neck tightens. Her pussy squeezes me in response.
“I…I’m so close,” she chokes out. Her sweaty, bronzed skin starts to take on a dark pink color.
“If you don’t want to pass out, come for me.”
On cue, I let go of my hold on her neck and her eyes roll back while she convulses on my cock, pulsing and squeezing me impossibly tighter.
Before she can get a word out, I maneuver her weak body in front of me to prop up on all fours, pulling out the small tube of lube I had in my pocket. This isn’t how I planned it, but it’ll work.
“What are you—"
“Shh, take a deep breath for me, baby. You’re doing so great,” I hum in her ear as I coat my dick and her entrance with most of the liquid, lining my dick up with her asshole.
On the second deep breath, I nudge my head through the tight ring and she tenses momentarily, then relaxes again when I rub her already sensitive clit in lazy circles.
“Good girl. One more for me.”
As soon as she’s fully relaxed, I push all the way in and she screams even louder than before.
“Fuck. That’s my girl.”
My hands hold her hips in a punishing grip, waiting for her to be ready for more. Instead of using her words, she rocks forward and backwards, slowly. That’s all it takes for me to snap and fuck her with deep, hard stokes.
“Oh. My. God.” She moans between thrusts.
“God’s not here. It’s you and me.”
It doesn’t take long for her sounds to get higher-pitched and my movements come to a stop as I twitch and throb inside her. We stay there to catch our breath, then I fix my pants and lift her up bridal style, using the remaining tattered fabric to cover her up while I walk us back home.
Placing her gently on the toilet seat, I disappear to return with a clean nightgown. The ripped and dirty one is already in the trash.
“Arms.”
She lifts them up for me and I put the dress on her before carrying her into our bedroom. She turns to me dreamily and I know sleep is going to take over soon.
“Will you collar me to sleep?”
I grin at her request. Pulling her close, we lay flush together with my hand wrapped around her waist, the other around her neck without squeezing. Too tightly.