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"Rest, sweetheart. I'll be right here," he says, dropping a kiss on my nose.
As I drift off to sleep, I know I've found my true home with Lucas. And I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.
Epilogue
Lucas
It’s been too long since I’ve been inside my wife. Tonight, I plan to make up for lost time.
The doctor gave Amalie the all-clear to resume normal activities today. That’s not to say she’s fully healed; she still tires easily, and the emotional scars run deep, but we found a therapist she’s happy with, which is helping. She’s regained the weight she lost in the hospital. The color has returned to her cheeks, and the sparkle is back in her eyes. Most importantly, her nightmares are becoming less frequent.
Amalie loves nothing better than immersing herself in her flowers. The porch is teeming with colorful blooms along with every available surface in the house. It’s like a goddamn floristry. But if my wife is happy, so am I.
Our bedroom has been redecorated, and Amalie has added her touch, making it ours. We’ve also redecorated and furnished the spare rooms. The house now feels like a home for the first time since I bought it.
And my wife has blossomed here like the flowers she loves so much.
“Your bath awaits, ma’am,” I call, checking the temperature one last time.
I’ve already fed my woman with food, and now I plan to feed her my cock. I can’t fucking wait to get my hands on her, on her soft curves and sweet lips.
Amalie enters the bathroom, looking like a vision in a blue silky robe. “You're spoiling me,” she says, her ocean-blue eyes kindling as they run over my naked body and already-hard cock.
“My wife is worth spoiling,” I murmur, moving toward her. I untie her robe and smooth it down her arms. I swallow hard. “Fuck.”
Her eyes lift to mine. “What?”
“Every time I see you naked, it takes my breath away.”
Amalie blushes as she slides her hands up my chest to my shoulders. “Same, Deputy.”
She squeals as I lift her and place her in the tub. She lowers herself into the hot water and pulls her knees up, resting her chin on them as I climb in. The tub is large enough to easily spin her so she rests against my chest. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and she moans as I massage her tight muscles. I’m careful of the scar on her neck, which has now healed into a pink line. I gently sit her forward so I can work the muscles of her neck and back. My thick fingers find all the knots and ease them out before pressing kisses over the same areas.
“Mmm.” Amalie moans when my lips find a particularly sensitive spot, and my cock jerks against her lower back.
My palm moves to her stomach, and I pull her tight to my body. “How do you feel, sweetheart?”
“Amazing,” she sighs, relaxing against me. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“I’ll always take care of you, Amalie,” I promise, trailing my lips up her neck.
She turns her head, and I claim her mouth in a blistering kiss.
“Missed you,” she breathes against my mouth. “Missed this.”
“Me too. So much.”
I tangle my hand in her hair, and she moans as I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth. Bone-deep need surges through me, burning away everything outside the two of us. Dragging my mouth from hers, I stand and step out of the tub.
“That was a quick bath,” Amalie says with a small pout, her eyes lingering on my swollen cock.
“The thought was nice, but I can’t worship you the way I want to in a damned bathtub,” I growl, pulling her from the water and carrying her wet body into the bedroom.
I place her at the foot of the bed, and she rests her hands on my pecs, slowly dragging them down and tweaking my nipples.
“Fuck, Amalie,” I hiss, my stomach clenching with need.
She looks up at me from beneath her lashes as she drops to her knees.
