Epilogue 772

Epilogue

West

“Where’s Jessa?” I ask, as Delphine enters the bedroom wearing a lace chemise, her blonde hair secured on top of her head with a pink hair stick. The toddler usually glued to her side was noticeably absent.

“With the nanny.” The corner of her mouth lifts into a flirty smile and I marvel at how beautiful she looks as she crawls onto the bed.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hold her against me as she places a kiss over the initials scarring my skin. “Does that mean, dear wife, I finally have you all to myself?”

The last two years had been rocky, with the shareholders at Nexus demanding Delphine’s resignation once whispers of our relationship emerged. It was only when she pointed out that she now held 37%, between her shares and mine, that they realized they couldn’t threaten her into submission. She did, however, decide to take a step back, asking Hugo to become CEO while we took some time for our growing family.

It turns out that marriage between people as close as us is a lot more relaxed in other parts of the world, and while we still had homes in the UK and Newtown, we’d also settled in Canada–where it was perfectly legal for Delphine to become my wife.

It had been a quiet ceremony with only Hugo, Charlie, Garett and the Volkov twins in attendance. My grandmother, Delphine’s mother, had passed away before the nuptials, not that she had given us her blessing. It was fine. Delphine had inherited more than enough to afford therapy to come to terms with her mother’s disappointment. Our child would never want for anything.

Something about her mother’s death and the baby helped Delphine see that her life was more than just being a figurehead for Nexus and a slave to her father’s memory. She was deserving of love. We both were.

“Hmmmm, you do.” Tugging on the edge of her chemise, she pulls it up over her head and I can’t help myself as I reach for her breasts.

As I squeeze them, letting my thumbs brush over the hardened nubs, she leans in for a kiss. The electricity that crackles between us is palpable as she grabs a handful of my hair and deepens our embrace, claiming my mouth as our tongues and teeth clash.

“I need this. Need you.” She whines as if we hadn’t spent last night at Club Toska or like I hadn’t fucked her on the private plane home this morning. My skin was still raw in places, while my arm featured a new set of stitches. She rarely marked me hard enough to scar, even though I often begged her to. Her carved initials were the only permanent mark she left behind.

“You’ve got me, baby.” I whisper against her mouth as she frantically pushes down my pajama bottoms.

Shoving me backwards onto the pillows, she climbs up my body. Wrapping a hand around my already weeping cock, she guides me into her wet heat, her tight cunt squeezing me as she impales herself all the way to the hilt.

“Yesss,” she hisses, nails scratching against my abs until blood beads on my skin, like a cat shredding up their favorite couch.

I’d forgotten how horny she could get when she was pregnant. I couldn’t find it in me to care as she bounces on my dick, milking me until I’m almost ready to burst.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” I groan, fingers biting into her hips as she slams down on my cock hard. “So, fucking perfect. Made for me. Mine.”

“Love you, West,” she pants, half pulling me up for another kiss.

Nothing could ever compare to this feeling. Delphine meant everything to me. And when we’re like this—sweaty, bloody, desperate and sticky for one another—there was nowhere else I’d rather be. We belonged together.

She was mine.

And I was hers.