Epilogue

2 Years Later

Emily

I get out of the bath and wrap myself in the soft, plush robe Dante had left out for me. The steam still clings to my skin, making me feel warm and relaxed. My mind is calm for the first time in a long time, and I relish the moment. The cool air in the bedroom brushes against my damp skin as I step out, my bare feet sinking into the thick carpet. Dante is waiting for me by the bed, his dark eyes watching me with a passion that never fades, not even after all this time.

“Come here, Principessa,” he says softly, his voice deep, filled with warmth.

I walk toward him, and before I can say anything, he pulls me close, his lips finding mine. The kiss is deep, slow, and filled with an emotion that makes my heart race. His hands are tender, resting on my belly, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside me. The warmth of his palms spreads through my body, grounding me in this moment. This is our life now, and I’ve never felt more sure of anything.

I press my body against his, wanting more, needing more. His hands move to my waist, pulling me even closer. The robe slips off my shoulders, falling to the floor in a soft heap. Dante’s hands roam over my skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touches. His lips never leave mine, and I can feel the hunger building between us. It’s the same hunger that’s always been there, even from the start. But now, it’s different. Now, it’s more than just physical. It’s emotional, and it’s consuming me.

I push him back against the wall, surprising him with the force of my desire. His eyes widen for a moment, but then a smirk crosses his face. He loves it when I take charge, when I show him just how much I want him. I run my hands over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. I can feel his heart beating fast, just like mine.

“Emily,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “You’re going to drive me crazy.”

“Good,” I whisper back, teasing him with a smile. I press my lips to his neck, kissing and biting softly, loving the way his breath catches in his throat.

His hands grip my hips as I pull off his shirt, tossing it to the side. My fingers move down to his jeans, unbuttoning them with a quick flick of my hand. I can feel the tension building between us, the air thick with anticipation. He’s watching me, his dark eyes filled with lust and something deeper—something that makes my chest tighten with emotion.

When I finally free him from his jeans, I can feel how hard he is. It sends a thrill through me, knowing that I did that to him, that I can still make him lose control after all this time. I push him down onto the bed, climbing on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands move to my thighs, squeezing them as I position myself over him. The connection between us is electric, and as I slowly sink down onto him, I gasp at the sensation.

For a moment, neither of us moves. We just stare into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. The intensity between us is almost too much to bear, but it’s also perfect. I begin to move, slow at first, but then faster, riding him with a passion that makes everything else disappear. It’s just us, here, now. Nothing else matters.

Dante’s hands grip my hips, guiding me as I move, and I can feel him struggling to keep control. But I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to let go, to feel everything. And he does. His head falls back, his eyes closing as he groans my name.

The rhythm between us builds, our bodies moving together with a fiery intensity. Every movement, every touch, sends waves of pleasure through me, and I can feel him deep inside, filling me completely. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips.

I lean down, pressing my body against his as I kiss him, our mouths crashing together in a heated frenzy. Our hands are everywhere, desperate to touch, to feel, to hold on as we climb higher and higher. My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I feel the pleasure building, coiling tight in my core, ready to explode.

When the climax finally hits, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My body shudders violently, and I cry out, unable to hold back. Dante follows me over the edge, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I’m sure there will be bruises. But I don’t care. All I care about is him, and this, and the love that we share.

We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison. I lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as we catch our breath. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, and I’ve never felt more at peace.

“I love you, Princess,” he whispers, his voice rough but tender. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too,” I reply, my voice soft but filled with emotion.

We lay there for a while, just holding each other, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Eventually, the chill of the air pulls us from the bed, and we decide to go for a walk on the beach. I throw on a simple dress, and Dante slips into his jeans and a T-shirt. We leave the condo, stepping out into the cool evening air.

The beach is quiet, the sun sinking low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the sand. We walk hand in hand, the waves softly lapping at our feet. It’s peaceful here, and I can’t help but think about how far we’ve come. A year ago, I never would have imagined this—being here with Dante, feeling this kind of love, this kind of happiness.

I glance over at him, watching the way the fading sunlight catches in his dark hair, the way his strong hand holds mine so protectively. He looks down at me and smiles, and my heart swells with love for him. He’s changed so much since we first met, and I know I have too. We’ve both been through so much together, but somehow, we’ve made it to the other side.

“I never thought I’d have this,” I say quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. “A life like this. With you.”

He stops walking and turns to face me, his hands gently cupping my face. “Neither did I,” he admits, his eyes filled with a softness that I rarely see. “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

We stand there for a moment, just looking at each other, the sound of the waves crashing softly in the background. And in that moment, I know that no matter what happens, no matter what challenges we face, we’ll face them together.

Because this is where I belong. With Dante. Always.

~The End

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