“Ohhhh,” I whimpered, my eyes fluttering shut.
“Eyes on me when I fuck you, wife,” he grunted, and my lids flickered open to meet his gaze. Fuck, I wouldn’t make it long if he kept talking like that.
He brought his lips to my neck, marking me. He held my hip with his other hand as he thrust into me over and over, his groans and my moans the perfect harmony.
“I can feel your greedy pussy taking my cock so good.” He released my throat, his hand reaching between our bodies before he moved his thumb over my clit.
“So fucking perfect.” Thrust. “That’s my good wife.” Thrust. “All mine.”
The sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the air. I was an incoherent mess, my pussy swollen and throbbing, juices trickling down my thighs. His pace increased, and he circled my swollen clit with abandon.
My muscles contracted around his shaft as another powerful orgasm washed over me while he continued to pound into me through my release.
He came with a roar, spurting his cum inside me. I could feel his length twitching inside my throbbing pussy.
He collapsed on the bed, then wrapped his arms around me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I sprawled on top of him, enjoying his protection and heat, while his hand swept up and down my back.
He pressed a tender kiss to my mouth.
“Making love to my wife for the first time,” he murmured, his hand brushing across my cheek.
I let out a strangled laugh. “Is that what that was, making love?”
His mouth curved wickedly as he sat up, his eyes falling to my thighs where his cum was smeared.
He reached out, ran a finger through it, and said, “It’s everything we want it to be. Sex, fucking, making love… whatever we want.”
Then he brought the same finger to my mouth.
“I like that,” I murmured, parting my lips.
“I love you, Violet.” His voice was deep and rough, thick with emotions. “You’re the only woman for me.”
“I love you too, Lykos.”
This man had turned me inside out, then put me back together. And after a decade of waiting, we’d finally gotten our happily-ever-after.
EPILOGUE
VIOLET
The gray Boston sky dominated the cemetery and the air cool promised the arrival of early autumn. Fallen leaves drifted across the path that led to my sister’s grave, brushing softly against old headstones worn by time. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear birds calling faintly, their songs muted by the heavy stillness surrounding us.
I stood motionless at my sister’s grave, holding the bouquet of white lilies in my trembling hands while their sweet floral scent drifted around me.
Ten years. Ten years since we buried Lily. Ten years of silence, grief, guilt, and longing sitting like stones inside my chest.
And it all boiled down to my crazy father who had wantedmedead.
“I’m sorry, Lily,” I whispered to the grave that never answered. I was so fucking sorry. Sorry that I left her that day. Sorry that I didn't take her with me. Sorry that our father was a piece of shit.
Beside me, Lykos rested his hand against the small of my back, his touch grounding me. Behind us, our children stood in silence. He and our family were my anchors.
“She would want you to be happy,” Lykos said softly. “And if she was anything like you, she would love and spoil Aria.”
I swallowed hard, my throat painfully tight. “I know.”
“Lily was just like her big sister. My daughters were loving, kind and so much better than their parents.”
