Epilogue Forever and Always

EPILOGUE: FOREVER AND ALWAYS

The California sun shone brightly on the private beach where Enzo and Matteo had chosen to exchange their vows. Close friends and family members—those who had accepted their relationship and new life—gathered on white chairs adorned with blue and silver ribbons.

Enzo stood at the end of the aisle, his heart racing as he waited for Matteo to appear. He looked stunning in a tailored white suit that hugged his lithe frame, a blue flower pinned to his lapel. As the soft strains of music began to play, Enzo's breath caught in his throat.

Matteo appeared at the other end of the aisle, looking devastatingly handsome in a black suit that emphasized his broad shoulders and powerful build. Their eyes met, and the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Enzo felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as Matteo approached, his face a mix of love, pride, and barely contained desire.

As they joined hands in front of the officiant, Matteo leaned in close, his breath hot against Enzo's ear. "You look beautiful, baby," he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. "Can't wait to get you alone later."

Enzo shivered, feeling heat pool in his belly at Matteo's words. He squeezed his lover's hands, fighting to keep his voice steady as he replied, "Behave, Daddy. We have guests."

Matteo's eyes darkened at the pet name, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I'll behave for now, little one. But just you wait until we're alone."

The ceremony passed in a blur of emotion and tender moments. When it came time for their vows, Enzo's voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Matteo, my love, my protector, my Daddy," he began, not caring who heard the intimate title. "You've been my rock, my safe haven in a world that often felt too chaotic to bear. You've seen me at my worst and loved me anyway. You've pushed me to be better, to grow, while always accepting me exactly as I am. I promise to be your partner in all things, to support you, challenge you, and love you fiercely for all of our days. I'm yours, completely and forever."

Matteo's eyes shone with unshed tears as he took his turn. "Enzo, my beautiful brat, my heart," he said, his deep voice filled with emotion. "From the moment I met you, I knew my life would never be the same. You've brought light and laughter into my world, pushed me out of my comfort zone, and shown me what it truly means to love and be loved. I promise to always be your safe place to land, to guide you when you need direction, and to cherish every moment of our life together. You're mine, baby, now and always."

As they sealed their vows with a kiss, the assembled guests cheered. Enzo melted into Matteo's embrace, feeling the solid strength of his now-husband's arms around him. When they finally broke apart, both men were grinning, their eyes shining with happiness and love.

The reception that followed was a joyous affair, filled with good food, flowing champagne, and the warm wishes of their loved ones. But as the night wore on, Enzo found himself growing increasingly impatient. Every brush of Matteo's hand, every heated glance across the room, sent sparks of desire coursing through him.

Finally, as the last of the guests were saying their goodbyes, Matteo pulled Enzo close, his large hand splayed possessively across the small of his back. "Ready to get out of here, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and full of promise.

Enzo nodded eagerly, pressing himself against Matteo's solid warmth. "Please, Daddy," he whispered, not caring who might overhear. "Need you so bad."

With a growl that sent shivers down Enzo's spine, Matteo swept him up into his arms, carrying him bridal-style towards the waiting limo. Their guests cheered and whistled, but Enzo was oblivious to everything but the heated look in Matteo's eyes.

As soon as the limo door closed behind them, Matteo pounced. He pulled Enzo into his lap, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. "Been wanting to do that all day," he growled, nipping at Enzo's lower lip. "Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you look in this suit?"

Enzo whimpered, grinding down against the obvious bulge in Matteo's pants. "Show me, Daddy," he breathed, his voice high and needy. "Show me how much you want me."

Matteo's hands gripped Enzo's hips hard enough to bruise, guiding his movements as they rocked together. "Oh, I'll show you, baby," he promised, his voice dark with desire. "Gonna spend all night showing you exactly who you belong to now."

The rest of the ride passed in a haze of heated kisses and wandering hands. By the time they reached their honeymoon suite, both men were painfully aroused and half-undressed.

Matteo carried Enzo over the threshold, kicking the door shut behind them before pinning his new husband against the wall. "God, you look so fucking good in this suit," Matteo growled, nipping at Enzo's neck. "Been wanting to tear it off you all day."

Enzo whimpered, grinding against Matteo's thigh. "Please, Daddy," he breathed, falling easily into their familiar dynamic. "Need you so bad."

Matteo's eyes darkened at the pet name. "Such a needy little thing," he purred, his voice low and dangerous. "Is this what you want, baby? Want Daddy to fuck you on your wedding night?"

"Yes," Enzo gasped, arching into Matteo's touch. "Please, Daddy. I've been good, haven't I?"

Matteo chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Enzo's spine. "Oh, you've been very good, little one. And good boys get rewards, don't they?"

In one swift motion, Matteo lifted Enzo, the younger man's legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He carried them to the bed, tossing Enzo onto the plush mattress before climbing on top of him.

"Now," Matteo murmured, his hands making quick work of Enzo's tie and shirt buttons, "let's get you out of this suit, shall we?"

They undressed each other slowly, savoring each new inch of skin revealed. When they were finally naked, Matteo took a moment to drink in the sight of his husband spread out beneath him.

"Beautiful," he breathed, running a reverent hand down Enzo's chest. "All mine."

Enzo nodded, his eyes wide and trusting. "Yours, Daddy. Always yours."

What followed was a delicious dance of pleasure and sensation. Matteo took his time opening Enzo up, using his fingers and tongue to drive the younger man wild. By the time he finally pushed in, Enzo was a writhing, whimpering mess.

"Please," he begged, pushing back against Matteo's thick length. "Need more, Daddy. Need you to fuck me."

Matteo obliged, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard slamming against the wall. His hand found its way to Enzo's throat, applying just enough pressure to make the younger man's head swim with pleasure.

"This what you wanted, baby?" Matteo growled, his hips snapping forward relentlessly. "To be fucked like a little slut on your wedding night?"

Enzo nodded frantically, beyond words now. He was lost in sensation, in the feeling of Matteo filling him so perfectly, claiming him so completely.

"Touch yourself," Matteo commanded, his voice rough with exertion and arousal. "Want to feel you come on my cock, baby. Show Daddy how good I make you feel."

Enzo obeyed instantly, his hand flying to his neglected cock. It only took a few strokes before he was coming hard, crying out Matteo's name as his body clenched around his lover's length.

The tight pulsing of Enzo's orgasm triggered Matteo's own release. He buried himself deep, filling Enzo with pulse after pulse of heat as he bit down on the younger man's shoulder to muffle his groan.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both panting and trembling in the afterglow. Finally, Matteo eased out gently, gathering Enzo into his arms. His demeanor softened immediately, shifting from dominant to tender husband as he pressed soft kisses to Enzo's face.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured, concern evident in his voice. "Was that too much?"

Enzo shook his head, a blissed-out smile on his face. "No, Daddy," he whispered. "It was perfect. You're perfect."

They lay tangled together, trading soft kisses and gentle caresses. As the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Matteo propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at Enzo with love and adoration.

"I can't believe you're finally my husband," he said softly, running a finger along Enzo's jawline.

Enzo caught Matteo's hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. "Believe it, Daddy," he murmured. "I'm yours, now and always."

Matteo's eyes darkened with renewed desire. "Say that again," he growled, his hand sliding down to grip Enzo's hip.

Enzo grinned, deliberately pitching his voice higher, more innocent. "I'm yours, Daddy," he repeated. "All yours."

With a playful growl, Matteo rolled them over, pinning Enzo beneath him. "Careful, brat," he warned, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. "You know what happens when you tease Daddy."

Enzo's eyes widened in mock innocence. "Maybe I want to find out," he breathed, arching up against Matteo's solid warmth.

As Matteo claimed Enzo's lips in a searing kiss, both men knew that this was just the beginning of their forever. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—bound by love, trust, and an unbreakable bond that went far beyond the rings on their fingers.