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We’re going to Europe. I’m going to take her to see as many sunrises as possible.
“Sleep,mia amata,” I say as I kiss her head.
“Night, Elio. Love you.”
Christ… It will never get old. Not fucking ever.
EPILOGUE
Teagan
Six weeks later
Elio’s hands caress my arms as I lie against his chest. The sound of the water lapping is all that can be heard for miles. It’s so peaceful. So tranquil. We’re on the deck of our private villa, waiting for the sunrise to begin. He was true to his word and brought me on a honeymoon. A month-long one. I have seen eighteen different countries, and today I'll see the last of our sunrises for this honeymoon.
We arrived in Bora Bora last night. It was late, and darkness had already settled on the island. Elio and I have grown so much closer in the past month. I can’t imagine being with anyone but him. He’s the sweetest man ever. Never would you think he could be this damn sweet if you look at him. He’s a killer. A murderer. He’s done things that have caused harm to others. But the man I know now, the one I love with every fiber of my soul, isn't the same man everyone sees.
“Ready,mia amata?” he asks.
Excitement bubbles up in my stomach. I nod against his chest, my gaze firmly on the horizon, where there’s a red hue on the surface of the water. The reflection of the sun that is yet to rise.
Minutes tick by, and I’m transfixed. It’s one of my most favorite things in the world to do.
I gasp as I watch the sunrise. The multitude of lights that shine against the water as it rises is breathtaking. “So beautiful,” I breathe, unable to say much else. The swirls of red, purples, pinks, and blues light up the sky along with the water. It’s without a doubt one of the most spectacular sights I have witnessed.
He definitely saved the best for last.
I turn in his arms, fitting my body between his legs. I look up at his face and see the adoration shining in his deep brown eyes. “Thank you,” I whisper.
His hand spans my back, the feel of his touch like molten fire. It sets my body alight.
“I love you, my husband,” I say thickly. I want him.
This need for him is never quenched. I crave him like a smoker does nicotine. He’s become my addiction, and it’s one thing I don’t want to quit.
“You going to keep quiet?” he asks, a dark grin on his lips.
I nod. “Please,” I whimper softly.
He pulls me onto his lap. I’m only in his tee, nothing else. I straddle his waist, my arms winding around his neck. He frees his cock, and I slide down onto him before he even moves his hands. I’m so needy for him that it’s caused an ache in my stomach.
Elio grits his teeth, shifting his body slightly before gripping my hips and letting me go at my own pace. I steady myself on his shoulders and start to move. It’s painfully slow as I try to get a rhythm. This is the first time that I have had the power to take him the way I want. He’s usually the one who’s fucking me.
I press my lips against his chest, loving the fact that he no longer tenses when I do. Not only do I trust him, but he trusts me. I want to brand him, just as he does me. I sink my teeth into his pectoral muscle as my pussy contracts around his cock.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his eyes wild as he watches me. “Teagan.” His grip on my hips tightens.
I giggle, loving that darkness in his eyes. I do it again, this time grinding down on his cock as I deepen my bite.
His eyes flash, and he releases a low groan. “Fair is fair,” he grunts, thrusting his hips and pushing his cock deeper into me. I groan into his skin, loving the pride in his eyes as he takes in the bite marks on my breasts.
I pull back and look at my handiwork, my teeth marks prominent and clear to see.
He bares his teeth, his hips jumping as he thrusts into me. He wraps his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer to him. I hold on to his shoulders as I bounce on his cock. I’m climbing, my orgasm making its way to the surface. His mouth touches mine, his tongue sweeping in, and dominates me. I love him. God, I love the way he takes me.
I continue to fuck him, my hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm, my fingers clawing into his chest as my orgasm starts to build.
“Be a good girl,” he murmurs. “Don’t scream.”
