I asked her to marry me six months after I’d taken her to my home, devoured her. I would have asked her sooner, but shit, I hadn’t wanted to seem like a total fucking psycho.
She said yes, thank fuck, because I knew if she would have said no, I wouldn’t have given up. I would have asked her over and over again, wearing her down until she did say yes. That’s how much I loved her.
And our wedding was slated for later this month. We said fuck waiting any longer. I wanted to give her the biggest fucking wedding imaginable. I wanted everyone to know she was mine. But Beatrix wasn’t all about that, and that’s what made me love her even more. She wanted something intimate, just a few family members and friends. And I was fine with that, because whatever she wanted, she got. I just wanted to marry her. That’s all that mattered to me.
I stopped just inches from where she stood, placed my hands on her hips, and leaned my chest against her back. I was already hard, my cock always in this state when she was near.
“I love you,” I whispered softly against her ear and loved when I heard her swallow right before she leaned back against me. She turned around, and I braced my hands on the sink, caging her in, my fingers brushing against her hipbones.
I didn’t even bother trying to hide how stiff my cock was. I dipped my head low, ran the tip of my nose along the arch of her throat, and heard her breath falter. She smelled good, so fucking good. God, I loved her.
I ran my hand along her side, over her arm, and cupped the back of her head. I pulled her face closer to mine so I could kiss her. She relaxed against me, and I rested my chin on the crown of her head. I was so aroused right now, but holding her felt so good.
She wrapped her hands around my waist and sighed, one of those contented sounds that made a man feel like he was doing all the right things. And she made me feel like that every damn day. She tipped her head back and looked at my face. “You’re hard,” she said with this teasing note in her voice.
I hummed and pressed my erection harder against her. “I always am for you,” I murmured honestly. Her breathing kicked up, and I dipped down to take her mouth with mine.
Fuck dinner. I was skipping right to dessert.
Epilogue Two
Logan
The honeymoon
Here we were, finally alone, just the two of us. There were no employees, no work. I didn’t have board meetings or obligations. The only important thing to me, the one thing—person—who came above everyone else, was the woman currently sunbathing right beside me.
I glanced over, slid my sunglasses down the bridge of my nose, and eyed her up and down. Her skin was glossy, had this pretty shine to it from the sunblock she had me lather on her. True, she only wanted me to get her back, but I’d been a bit too ambitious as I covered her arms and legs, her belly, her chest. God, I’d wanted her to get naked so I could explore the rest of her.
The palm tree we were currently under provided a little shade, the leaves above gently swaying in the breeze. I dug my feet in the white sand, the temperature cooler but doing nothing to help my overheated body. And the sun beating down on us had nothing to do with my increased temperature. It had everything to do with the fact that I sported a massive hard-on for Beatrix, and she didn’t even know it.
She was currently lying chest up, her sunglasses shielding her closed eyes, her massive brimmed hat giving her face shade. Fuck, she was beautiful. She stirred lightly and then sat up, and I pushed my glasses back up and made it look like I hadn’t been devouring her with my gaze. Not like she’d care. Hell, I had no doubt she’d probably like it.
“I’m gonna take a dip,” she said softly and leaned over to kiss me.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed and watched her retreating form. Shit, her ass looked delectable in that little white string bikini. If I hadn’t gotten us a private island, I would have forbidden her from even wearing it, because I wouldn’t want any other male to see her form. Not that she would have listened, but I would have glowered about it until she gave in to my demands.
She walked over to the water, the waves of the ocean gently lapping at the shore. Her long reddish-blonde hair hung around her shoulders, gently swaying from her movements. For long moments, I watched her in the water, swimming, lying on her back and floating as the waves rocked her, as she stared at the sky. When she finally emerged, my already stiff cock became achingly harder.
I wanted her again, despite having fucked her, filled her with my seed just this morning. She stopped a few feet from me, and when she glanced at where I sat, I watched as her expression of easygoing became heated. She could see the intent in my eyes. I knew that without a doubt.
“Come here, Mrs. Mathis,” I beckoned.
She breathed out slowly, her chest starting to move faster as her breathing increased from her growing arousal. “You’re insatiable, Logan Mathis.” Beatrix moved closer. She had no fucking idea how insatiable I was for her.
I was being lewd as I reached down and grabbed my dick through my swim trunks. “Come here, Beatrix,” I said again with a voice so low it almost didn’t sound human. The little sound she made worked me up to a frenzy. And then she was moving closer. I reached out and hooked my fingers on the edge of her bikini bottoms, pulling it down, revealing her sweet fucking pussy. She kicked the bottoms off, and I had her on my lap a second later. With her legs spread on either side of my waist, I gently pushed her back, so she rested her hands behind her on my thighs. She started taking of her bikini top without my prompting, and I groaned low.
I lowered my gaze over her now unrestrained breasts, along the puckered tips of her nipples, hardened not only from her desire but from the chilled ocean water as well. I continued to lower my gaze over her belly, along her waist, then let my focus feast on her splayed pussy. The position she was in had her lips parting, showing me how pink and wet she was.
So, so wet.
Beatrix was all but panting now, so I slid my hands along her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to what I knew ached.
“Logan,” she half-whispered, half-moaned.
She was the only one who made me feel like I was losing control, the only person on this planet who held power over me. Beatrix was the only soul who I relaxed around, let my walls fall.
She was the only person I ever loved, and I’d keep falling in love with her, over and over, day after day, until I drew my last breath.
I grabbed her behind the back of the neck and pulled her forward for a kiss. After several long seconds of devouring her mouth, I whispered against her mouth, “My love for you is endless, timeless. It’s what romance books are made of, what poets write about. It’s what makes a man’s heart beat, the meaning of life and happiness, of pleasure and completion, all of it making sense.” The fact that I’d get to spend the rest of my life with this woman was the greatest gift any human could ever hope to have.
And with all those emotions coursing through me, I wrapped my arms around her body and knew I’d never let her go.
Whoever said fairy tales weren’t true must never have experienced getting their own happily ever after.
The End