Epilogue #2
“Together,” Devon agreed. His expression became intense again. “Speaking of together…”
Kate smiled, noticing the desire in his eyes. “Yes?”
“I think I made you a promise earlier,” Devon said, tightening his hands on her waist. “About showing you how proud I am.”
“You did,” Kate replied, her body tingling with anticipation. “I’ve been thinking about that promise all evening.”
“Have you?” Devon asked, his voice dropping to that low, rough tone that never failed to make her shiver.
“Mmm,” Kate hummed, shifting so she was straddling his lap. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things, actually. About how good we are together in the field. About how perfectly we complement each other. About how much I love being yours.”
Devon’s hands slid up her back, pulling her closer. “And?”
“And,” Kate said, leaning down to brush her lips against his, “about how much I want to show you exactly what this relationship means to me.”
Devon’s hands framed her face. His thumbs stroked her cheekbones with a tender touch that still made her heart ache.
He kissed her deeply and fully, a sign of six years of shared nights and an endless future together.
Kate matched his passion with her own playful urgency.
She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
A familiar thrill pushed her to feel his skin against hers.
“Devon,” she whispered against his lips, her hands finally pushing the soft fabric of his shirt off his broad shoulders. She splayed her hands over the hard, warm expanse of his chest, a territory she knew as well as her own.
“Show me how proud you are of your partner.”
Devon’s lips curved into a slow, devilish smile, a look that promised hours of pleasure.
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing and pressed her back against the cool, smooth wall of their hotel suite.
It was a move he had made a hundred times before, a playful echo of their more desperate encounters, a game they both loved to play.
Kate wrapped her legs around his waist without hesitation, a sharp gasp leaving her lips at the familiar, delicious friction of his hard erection pressing against the juncture of her thighs through the thin layers of their clothes.
His fangs, once a sign of her captivity, now grazed softly against the sensitive skin of her neck. She welcomed the lover’s mark with a shiver. Kate’s hands tangled in his dark, silky hair, pulling him closer as he kissed and nipped his way down to the collar of her shirt.
“Too many clothes,” she gasped, her fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt, her movements clumsy.
Devon chuckled, the sound a low, pleased vibration against her throat.
“Impatient,” he murmured, but his own hands were already at work, deftly unfastening her jeans, his knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin of her stomach in a way he knew drove her wild.
When his mouth closed over her nipple through the thin, delicate lace of her bra, Kate cried out, her back arching against the wall. The sensation was intense, a familiar mix of pleasure he had mastered over years of getting to know her body.
His warm mouth, the gentle, teasing scrape of his fangs, the way he held her effortlessly against the wall while his free hand removed the last obstacles between them. It was a work of art in sensation meant to unravel her.
“Devon, please,” she gasped, her nails digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders, her body beginning to tremble with the force of her need.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice a muffled, teasing purr against her breast as he moved to lavish the same agonizingly slow attention on the other nipple.
“Your words, Kate. Tell me what my strong, beautiful, brilliant wife needs.”
“You,” Kate said, her voice breaking as he finally freed her from the confines of her bra and took her nipple into his mouth properly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive, aching peak with an expert’s touch.
“I need you inside me. I need to feel you, all of you.”
Devon lifted his head to look at her, his eyes dark and stormy with a love so fierce it still stole her breath after all these years.
“You forgot the magic word.”
Kate chuckled, a breathless, shaky sound. Her hands framed his face, her thumbs tracing the sharp line of his jaw.
“Please, Devon. I want you to take me against this wall. I want you to fill me up until there’s nothing left but you.”
Devon groaned, a low, guttural sound of surrender as he rested his forehead against hers.
“You have such good manners.”
“Thank you,” Kate said with a wry, triumphant smile. “Now reward me.”
When Devon finally entered her, Kate’s cry of pleasure was sharp and clear, echoing through the luxurious hotel room.
He bottomed out with a single thrust, filling her completely, a familiar, perfect fit that still made her gasp.
For a long, breathless moment, they both went still, reveling in the intense, soul-deep connection of their bodies, a connection that had only deepened with every passing year.
“I love it,” Kate whispered, her legs tightening around his waist, her body already beginning to clench around him. “I love you.”
He started to move with a slow and steady rhythm that was gentle, yet strong.
It was a dance they had perfected over thousands of nights.
Kate matched him thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet his.
Their bodies moved together perfectly in sync, anticipating each other’s needs with a depth of intimacy that felt rooted in their bones.
“I love you,” Devon gasped against her ear, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding as he felt her begin to tighten around him.
“I love that you’re mine and I’m yours.”
“Always,” Kate managed, her voice a strangled cry as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak.
Her body clenched around him, a series of exquisite, pulsing contractions that sent them both over the edge.
Their dual orgasm washed over them with an intensity that left them shaking, clinging to each other as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through them.
Kate buried her face in the curve of Devon’s neck, breathing in his scent, feeling utterly, completely at home.
This, right here, was their forever.