I can make anyone do anything I want.
When I kiss her lips, she doesn’t squirm because she wants the nice story. She wants me to be the hero. Shewantsto forget.
She wants that happily ever after.
And she’s going to get it.
EPILOGUE
Nathanos-FOUR YEARS LATER
They say one can judge how good the character of a man is by looking at his wife. Is she happy, does she glow, does she smile? My wife does all those things. I gave her what she wanted. I took her away, bought her a home that’s the size of a smaller castle and her father and brother, finally treat her the way she deserves. She has the family she has always dreamt of.
Amabella’s never been better.
And neither have I.
Looking down, I stroke our daughter over her head as she snoozes peacefully with a stuffed up toy bat pressed tightly to her chest. I quite like the little leverage.
She’s the one who will ensure the bond between her parents always stays strong. Smirking, I leave and silently close the door behind me. Crossing the hallway, I slide into the master’s bedroom and the shadows welcome me silently.
The thirst and addiction burns in me as always but Amabella’s not laying naked in bed, waiting for my taking. Nothing causes me more distress than the lack of Amabella but she’s lit the candles in the room which means she must be close...
There...outside on the terrace.
A muscle ticks in my jaw when I open the double doors and snow swirls onto the carpet. My heart weakens at the sight of Amabella, wearing a blood red nightgown, her face raised against the night sky and she has her back turned against me.
“My love, what are you doing?” I rasp but she doesn’t twitch or gasp or turns around. She’s as still as a statue. Serene and gentle and loving because it can’t be anything else. Being anything else isn’t in its nature.
“Looking up at the moon,” she whispers dreamily and wraps her arms around her. “It has so many different shapes doesn’t it?” She reaches out as if trying to stroke it. “And they’re all loved by the dark. And the light.”
“Come to bed.”
Turning around, a smile plays around her mouth. “And if I don’t’?”
“Then I’ll come and get you,” I groan and her eyes sparkle.
“But it’s cold.”
Maybe. But I don’t feel it as I yank Amabella to me and pull her toward the bed. Our lips meet and we moan and I ache for my wife, for all that she gives me. I throw her down on the bed and slide inside of her, hitting her sweet little inferno. Grinding my hips, I pant when she crushes me, embracing me between her legs and the all-consuming acceptance nearly renders me undone. Snow swirls outside and I bury my face in Amabella’s throat, my eyes rolling back in my head at her gentle scent and I plunge into her until she chokes on her moans.
Her eyes flare when I squeeze her hips and bruise her lips.
Grabbing the mahogany bedpost, I grunt louder, pounding into her until she can’t do anything but pant and a blank expression covers her face, her jaw slacking and her breasts dance to the tune of our lovemaking. There’s no hate here. Only pure and utter devotion and I toss my head back and groan when she wriggles and races underneath me.
“Nate...,” she pants, struggling to speak and her eyes flash, “I crave m...more...”
She always craves more. Her thirst is insatiable and I live for it. Hooking herself around me, she cries out when euphoria assaults her from each of my thrusts. Her skin pebbles, her eyes turning wide and she’s in awe of me.
The memories have faded. She barely remembers all the bad I’ve done. I’m her Nate. The stranger who showed up at her house and saved her, never mind the immoral methods I used. They don’t matter. In Amabella’s mind what matters is the happiness of the hero and the heroine.
And she’s found it with me.
I smash into her until she clings to me and lets out distressed little moans, her face flooding with shock and she whispersNathanosunder her breath but she said she wanted more and I’m not someone to say no to that.
“Don’t stop...,” she whimpers, razing my skin with her nails and bliss erupts in me. Her head thrashes and I yank at her pleasure until I get everything I want. She screams, running and throwing herself over the edge and there...
There, where she’s feral and unhinged...that’s where she’s just like me.
When her frenzy fades, I nuzzle her, content now that I’ve flooded her with my dark adoration.
“I love you, my sweet,” I whisper under my breath and Amabella throws exhausted arms around my neck.
“I love you too, Nate.” In a more distant tone, she whispers, “Real love burns.”
It does. It truly does. And I love Amabella. I really do. And those who say I don’t...
They lie.
The End