Epilogue

Angela

The sound of the headboard slamming against the wall echos in the room.

It’s so loud there’s no way the rest of the club doesn’t hear us. And to think a few months ago I’d have thought this type of behavior sinful.

If letting Lobo bring me to ecstasy multiple times a night is a sin then the lord will just have to punish me when it’s all over. I’m not giving him up. I’m not giving up my chance at true love.

I arch my back as Lobo's calloused hands roam over my flushed skin. The new silk sheets feel cool against my heated body, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from his muscular form pressed against me.

" Ay, papi ," I moan, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders. "Harder, Lobo. Más duro !"

Lobo growls in response, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Fuck! You know I love when you talk Spanish.” His teeth graze my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of his cologne mingles with the crisp smell of fresh paint from our newly decorated room.

I giggle at his admission. I’m absolutely shit at it, but he gets off on me learning his native tongue. I plan on staying in Puerto Rico a lot longer so it’s best I learn it.

I wrap my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it's on fire. "Oh God" I gasp, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Please, don’t stop!"

Our bodies move as one, lost in a haze of passion and desire. In this moment, nothing else exists but the two of us, tangled together in our new sanctuary.

As we lay tangled in the sheets, our breathing slowly returning to normal, I can't help but marvel at how different my life has become. The Angela from a few months ago would never have imagined herself here, in the arms of a man like Lobo, feeling more alive and free than she ever had before.

I trace lazy patterns on Lobo's chest, relishing the feeling of his strong heartbeat beneath my fingertips. He pulls me closer, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead.

"What are you thinking about, mi amor?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends pleasant vibrations through my body.

I smile up at him, my heart swelling with emotion. "Just how happy I am. How perfect this all feels."

Lobo's eyes sparkle with mischief and something deeper - love, perhaps? "Well, querida , I hope you're ready for more perfection. Because in about two hours, you're going to be my wife."

My eyes widen in shock, and for a moment, I'm speechless. "W-what? Two hours? But how... when did you...?"

He chuckles, clearly amused by my bewildered expression. "I wanted to surprise you. Everything's arranged - the ceremony, the flowers, even that dress you've been eyeing in town."

A rush of emotions floods through me - excitement, nervousness, and an overwhelming sense of joy. If this had been Miguel springing a surprise wedding on me, I'd be looking for the nearest exit. But with Lobo, all I can think is that I can't wait to start our life together.

I throw my arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. "Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!"

As Lobo laughs and pulls me in for a deep, passionate kiss, I send up a silent prayer of gratitude. Lord, if every day of my life could be filled with this much love and happiness, I'll consider myself truly blessed.