Aiden finishes with me, shouting as he slams his shaft deep inside me, filling me up with his release.
In the aftermath, he pulls me into his arms. His cock is still inside me, still twitching as we both let the pleasure slowly recede.
“I love you,” he whispers against my neck. His breath is hot, his mouth closing over my skin. I can feel him suck it, feel his teeth scrape.
I shiver at the sensation and say, “I love you.”
I can feel it in every part of my heart and soul. It’s truer than anything I’ve said to him before.
We had a rough journey to get here, one I thought at one point would never end. I was so sure that we would never get over the wounds of our past, never reach anything real. I thought it was doomed from the beginning.
All the things we’ve faced, the lies and misunderstandings, have all threatened to kill what we have. I didn’t know if our love could survive it, much less whetherwe’dsurvive. There were times we could have died. Times when we could have been separated forever.
That’s all over now. It’s over, and we’re still together. We will be for the rest of our lives.
Both exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Epilogue
ROSE
Sparks flash before my eyes, blinding white spots dancing in my vision as Aiden’s cock hits just the right spot.
“Fuck,” I groan, my legs shaking. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll last.
The kitchen counter is cold, my breasts pressed against the marble. Every move makes a sound as my skin slips against it. I try to hold on to something, but all I can do is press my palms against the hard surface.
Ever since Aiden found out I was pregnant—ever since he almost lost me—he hasn’t held anything back. He makes me breakfast, offering me whatever I want even though cravings haven’t set in yet. He’s been protective too, vetting all his guards twice and adding extra ones during the times I’m home alone.
He’s been waiting on me hand and foot, practically, making sure I’m always comfortable and safe. Always close to him.
He’s been hungry as hell for me too. I catch him watching me when I reach for a glass, watching my shirt rise up a little when I stretch. He watches me with dark eyes when I pull my hair up, or roll my shoulders when they’re tense.
With the way I feel about him and the way he feels about me, all it takes is a little touch, a look. Anything small can set us both off.
That’s how we ended up naked in the kitchen, Aiden pressing me against the counter as he fucks me from behind.
I have one leg up, the other barely planted on the floor. My hips are pulled up for him, his hands on my ass as he slides his cock into my wet pussy. I’m tight for him, pulling him in as my walls clench.
Aiden plays with my clit as he fucks me, switching from fast to slow strokes. I can’t keep up, can’t establish a rhythm. It’s maddeningly uneven but perfect, leaving me so close to the edge one second and too far the next.
“Aiden, please,” I groan.
He slows, and I groan again, pressing my forehead against the counter. He laughs, the rumbling sound going straight to my clit.
“What do you want, little dove?”
“Please. I want you to fuck me harder.” I breathe raggedly, reaching back for him. “Faster.”
“I don’t know. Doesn’t sound like you’re sure,” he says, pushing in harder when he sayssure.
I gasp, my voice catching in my throat. I groan again in frustration, my arms shaking as I push myself up a little. I can feel him teasing my clit, rubbing slowly, then faster.
“Fuck me harder,” I finally say, my voice more firm. “And after you make me come, I want you to fuck my ass. You can do whatever you want to me.”
Aiden laughs, but it sounds darkly promising. “Is that so? You’re feeling brave today, aren’t you?”
He moves faster though, playing with my clit as he fucks me. His cock slides in and out of me perfectly. I’m so wet that there’s no resistance at all, despite his massive size.
