Epilogue #2
Elena flushes prettily, and I am pleased that I can still get that reaction from my wife. “Surely, even you can wait until we get to the island,” she says, biting her lip. But she doesn’t put up much of a protest as I guide her to the bedroom at the back. “Roarke, this is wrong—”
I crash my mouth on hers the second the door closes behind us, and she gasps before parting her lips for me with a moan.
I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her flush against me as I thrust my tongue between her lips, groaning when it finds hers.
I deepen the kiss, tasting the chocolate and champagne clinging to her, addictive and so damn sweet.
All mine.
She moans when I flatten her back against the door, her hands pushing my jacket off my shoulders before moving to unbutton my shirt.
I let them drop to the floor, sliding my hands down and squeezing her ass, all that sexy flesh filling my palms perfectly.
“I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon,” I growl, pushing back to look at her, and Christ, she’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. “I want you, now.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing in for a kiss, but I move back, dropping to my knees on the cabin floor. She shivers when I shove at her dress until I am staring at the thin triangle of her thong. “Roarke—”
“Let me have you, baby,” I growl, reaching up and tugging her thong down her thighs before tearing it completely off.
I shove the flimsy material into my pocket without taking my eyes off the pink flesh between her thighs.
So damn hot. So fucking sexy, and she’s all mine.
I slide my hands up and down her thighs, leaning forward to inhale the sweet scent of her arousal, getting high off the scent of her.
“Fuck!” I moan, pressing my nose into her pussy and inhaling deeply until her scent clouds my senses.
So perfect.
She cries out when I lick her, sliding my tongue between her wet folds and lapping up her arousal.
“Roarke, oh God!”
I grip her knee and raise it to my shoulder, pushing in for more.
She sobs and mewls as I drag my tongue through her pussy before pushing in to lick at her clit.
Her heel digs into my back as she rolls her hips into me, fingers combing through my hair and pulling me closer to her pulsing flesh. “Yes, oh God. Feels good.”
My aching cock threatens to explode, so I push back, making her whine. “Not yet,” I growl, straightening up. Her cheeks are flushed with heat, and those eyes are dazed as I grab her waist and flip her around to face the wall. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, arching her back for me as I work my cock out of my pants. I flatten one palm on her back and the other on her hip as I line the head of my hard length with her wet little hole. “Please,” she whines when I don’t move, her thighs trembling against me. “Roarke!”
I slam forward, driving my cock deep into her snug pussy with a strangled shout, darn near spilling on the spot. She’s so fucking wet and tight, pulsing around me and dragging me closer to an edge I’ve been riding all fucking evening.
“Fuck!” I growl, sliding a hand around and cupping her breasts, fondling them over the dress as I start rocking into her.
She lifts her ass to meet my thrusts, crying out as I hammer my cock into her pussy.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Mine. A chroí,” I mumble into her neck, pouring my heart out to the one woman who claimed it five years ago.
“Yours,” she sobs, crying out when I slide my free hand around to stroke her clit. I press my thumb down and rub at the swollen bud, slamming hard into her softness, burying my cock deep into her as I feel myself getting closer to the edge.
“Oh God, Roarke, I’m so close!”
She climaxes with a sob, her pussy clamping tightly around my cock, triggering my own release. I thrust twice into her before stilling as I flood her with my cum, grunting heavily into her hair as she milks me of every drop, her pussy clenching around my cock until I’ve poured everything into her.
“I love you,” I say into her hair, my breathing labored. “So much. More than my heart can take!”
Elena doesn’t respond right away, her breathing as heavy as mine as she turns around to face me.
“I thought you’d be bored with me,” she says, those beautiful blue-green eyes searching mine.
“I’ve read that love is a fleeting emotion, and five years ago, I was convinced that you would wake up one day and realize how boring your life is with me.
You don’t even get to do the exciting stuff anymore, working behind a desk all day. ”
My brow arches at her words. “And you think that’s because of you?”
“Isn’t it?” she challenges.
I laugh, cupping her chin and brushing my lips along with hers.
“You’re not wrong, but not right altogether.
You think I miss the adrenaline-infusing stuff?
” I laugh when she shrugs. “Well then, let me put your mind at ease. I don’t.
Before you, I chased the rush because that’s all I had, but then you came along, and we had the boys.
I don’t need to toss myself into dangerous situations to feel something anymore.
I’ve found my fulfillment in you and our boys, Elena.
You’re all the adrenaline I need to get through life. ”
I brush away a tear that falls down her cheeks. “Besides, I know where to go if I ever miss getting shot at. Matteo has me covered in that area.”
It does my heart good to see her smile, laughing when she dives into my arms, burrowing into my neck. “Now I understand why all those men went to war and destroyed cities for the women they loved.”
I feel her tears on my skin. “I love you, Roarke. More than my heart can take.”
“Then we’re even.”
~The End