I stand, draw her to the edge of the bed, wiping the back of my hand across my lips as she watches.

“You taste so fucking sweet. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” I push my jeans off, step out of them.

Her gaze drops to my cock. She licks her lips and slips to her knees before me, touches the tip of her pretty little tongue to me.

“Fuck,” I mutter as she wraps her lips around the head and sucks just a little. Just enough. “That’s so good. So fucking good.” I brush the hair back from her face. She looks up at me and I think about how much I like her mouth on me, how soft and wet, but that’s not what I need tonight. I need to be inside her.

I draw back. She groans as I lift her to stand. I bend to kiss her before bending her over the foot of the bed. She keeps her legs spread wide and arches her back.

“You’re perfect,” I say, dipping my head to lick the length of her, hole to hole, before straightening, bringing my cock to her entrance.

She looks back at me as I push into her. I slip one hand under her to play with her and lick my thumb before laying it against her back hole.

She likes this, arching her back for more. I’m happy to give it to her and I’m harder as I look at her like this, stretching to take me, offering herself to me. I press my thumb into her, and she lets out a deep moan. I draw out and flip her onto her back before sliding into her again. I lean in for another kiss, all teeth and tongue now as the fucking grows more frantic. Before long, she’s moaning against me, clutching me to her as she shatters around me, making me lose control as I lose myself inside her.

When I finally open my eyes, I find her watching me.

A tear slides down the corner of one eye as she cups the back of my head and leans up to kiss me. I think this is ecstasy. Not the orgasm. Not the physical. But this. My wife beneath me, filled up with me, her hands on me, her smile, her tears.

My heart belongs to her. My soul belongs to her. And hers to me.

That’s the real ecstasy.

“I love you, Scarlett.”

Epilogue 2

Scarlett

We’re lying in bed, Cristiano’s big arms around me. I’m curled into him, our heads resting on the same pillow.

He’s playing with a strand of my hair. I touch his unshaved face, liking the stubble.

“I would be dead if it wasn’t for you,” he says.

I study him, thinking about what I need to tell him.

“I didn’t want to live afterward. I wanted to die. Even though I knew it would kill Dante, I just couldn’t. But then there you were, and you made me remember things. Made me feel things. Made me care again. Maybe you make me less selfish, Scarlett.”

“You’ve never been selfish, Cristiano.”

He shrugs a shoulder.

“I need to tell you something,” I start. I take a breath in and lay on my back to stare up at the ceiling.

He puts a hand on my belly. Slides it up to cup a breast.

“I like this,” he says. “I like a little more meat on you.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so.”

I sit up, put my pillow on my lap.

“What is it?” he asks, all serious when he sees my expression. He sits up too and takes the pillow out of my arms. He takes my hands. “What?”

I bite my lip. “I know it’s soon.” I don’t know how to do this. I’ve only known for a few days myself. I feel a tear slide down my cheek and turn my head away. But not fast enough, because he turns it back to him and wipes the tear away.

“Whatever it is, it’s fine. We’ll figure it out together.”

I put a hand to my mouth and look at him. What if…

“I missed my period a couple of weeks ago,” I blurt before I can chicken out.

His forehead wrinkles and he looks confused.

“I mean, I’ve been off anyway with all the stress for so long, so it wasn’t a big deal. Honestly I wasn’t even paying attention, considering.”

“What are you saying?”

“When I was out with Noah the other day, I picked up a test.”

I think he stops breathing then. His body goes stock-still.

“A pregnancy test.”

His throat works as he swallows.

“There were two in the pack and well, I took the first one and I thought it was wrong because…I mean, it’s not like…”

“What are you saying?

“So I took the second one and that one, too…”

“Scarlett?”

I feel myself crying now. Shit. It’s not that I’m sad. Not at all. It’s just so unexpected.


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