Epilogue

Six months later

Bradley

I pull Sabrina close, our skin slick with the heat of late summer and something far more primal. The evening air drifts through the window, but it's nothing compared to the storm brewing between us.

"God, I love the way you look at me," I growl low, my hands roaming over her curves like she's territory I'm claiming all over again. Her breath hitches, and I can tell she's ready for me, for us. "Like you're hungry for me."

"Always," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine, a spark of mischief dancing in their hazel depths.

I push her gently onto the bed, our bed, where we've tangled and tasted countless times.

But it never gets old—each touch is electric, new, a promise of forever whispered against her skin. "You know what I want?" I murmur as I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the little sounds she makes.

"Tell me," she breathes out, running her fingers through my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

I nip at her collarbone, then soothe the sting with my tongue. "I want to breed you, Sabrina. Fill you up until there's no question that you're mine." My words are deliberate, heavy with desire, and I mean every damn syllable.

Sabrina's legs wrap around me, pulling me closer. "Yes, Bradley. Please," she gasps out, and that's all the permission I need.

We move together, my cock plunging in and out of her, stroking her from the inside out in the way I know she loves, fueled by raw need and something deeper—a connection that goes beyond flesh.

As I thrust into her, I can't help but imagine the life we'll create, the love we'll pour into a new soul. It's a thought that drives me harder, deeper, until we're both on the edge of something monumental.

"Bradley," she moans, her body tensing, and I know she's right there with me.

"Come with me, baby," I urge, and we crest together, waves of pleasure crashing over us, leaving us breathless and clinging to each other in the aftermath.

As our breathing slows, Sabrina looks up at me with a smile that could light up the darkest corners of the zoo where I spend my days. "Bradley...there's something I need to tell you."

The seriousness in her tone has me propping myself up on one elbow, studying her face. "What's going on, Sabrina?"

Her smile widens, and my heart kicks against my ribs, sensing the shift before the words even leave her mouth. "I'm pregnant," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, but it echoes like a roar in my ears.

Pregnant. The word slams into me with the force of a freight train, but it's a good hit—a great one.

A swell of joy bubbles up inside me, fierce and protective and so damn happy. I pull her into my arms, crushing her to my chest.

"Really?" My voice is rough with emotion, and I don't give a damn. "We're going to have a baby?"

"We're going to have a baby," she confirms, laughter mingling with tears.

"Jesus, Sabrina, I—" Words fail me, choked by the enormity of this moment. So I do what I do best—I show her.

I kiss her with everything I have, pouring every ounce of my love, my hope, and my future into it. Because that's what she's giving me—a future brimming with possibilities and a family.

"Overjoyed" doesn't even begin to cover it. My world just got infinitely brighter, and I'm ready to embrace whatever comes next—with Sabrina, with our baby, with the wild, beautiful life we'll build together.