The parole board ended up rejecting the first appeal but his father was successful the second time, again with Jared’s help.
Nathan Prince left New York the first chance he got, probably because incarceration had forced him to come to terms with how badly he’d treated his son. And just like with my father, we choose not to have anything to do with Jared’s.
Jared has come to terms with his past and lightened his baggage. That’s all that matters to us.
I watch my husband now through the haze of orgasm and love. He runs a trembling hand over my hips, thighs and calves before he surges inside me.
We both gasp at the insane pleasure of it. But his eyes still search mine.
“Tell me I’ve done good, angel. Tell me you don’t regret a moment of our time together. I need to hear it,” he rasps.
I hold out my hands and he links our fingers. He draws it to his lips and kisses my knuckles. Maybe it’s the hormones, but tears well in my eyes. I’m smiling though, as I give him what he needs.
“You’ve made me the happiest woman on earth, Jared. Sometimes I’m a little terrified by how much I’m blessed. I’m scared I’ll wake up and it’ll all be a dream. But it’s even better when I do wake up, because there’s our baby to look forward to now. I can’t wait to share the next chapter with you at my side.”
He groans and it’s filled with thick satisfaction and pleasure. “Thank you, Skye. For not hating my obsession. For loving a monster before he became a man worthy of your love.”
“You’re more than worthy. Now, please, make me yours, Daddy.” I arch my back until every inch of my ripe body is on display. Until his jaw slackens with pure, feral obsession and love. “Your princess craves everything you have to give.”
And he gives it to me.
A thousand-fold.
The End