Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I hope he rots in hell with regret eating him for eternity.
It's less than he deserves for everything he's put her through. But he's done tormenting her now. He'll never hurt her again. No one will. I'll spend my entire life ensuring it.
That's my job now. Not hunting monsters but protecting this woman from them. She's my purpose. She's my reason. And she's my salvation. Somewhere along the way, she became my healer too. My wounds don't bleed like they once did. My father's crimes don't haunt me like they have for most of my life. She gave me peace when I've never had that.
I didn't even realize it had happened until today. Until I stood across from Cillian and realized that urge to hunt and punish had died. All I wanted to do was protect, defend, and ensure he could never hurt again. That's my mission now.
God can sort out the rest.
"Then take me home, Domani," Finley says, laying her head against my chest. "Take me back to paradise like you promised."
"Anything you want, amore mio," I murmur. "Anything at all."
"Easy. You and me forever. That's what I want."
"Then it's yours, Finley. Io e te per sempre."
"I love you, Domani."
I rest my lips against her crown, already in paradise. Every time she says those words, she takes me there. I doubt she'll ever stop. Fifty years from now, she'll say it, and I'll still feel the same way.
That's what it is to be complete.
That's what it is to belong to her, body and soul.
"Ti amo, tesoro. Ti amo."
Epilogue
Finley
Five Years Later
"Wake up, tesoro," Domani murmurs, slipping his hand between my legs to stroke my clit. His lips brush across my shoulder as he pulls my leg back, hitching it over his hip from behind. His erection nudges at my entrance, hard and insistent. "Wake up."
"Mmm," I moan, pushing my ass back against him. "I'm not sleeping.
"Little liar," he chuckles.
"I'm resting my…Oh god." He sinks into me, stealing the familiar words as my body stretches around him, welcoming him. Pleasure billows through me in a soft wind, hot and stiff.
He rocks into me in steady pulses, making love to me slowly, sweetly. One hand runs all over my body. The other plays between my legs. It's heaven. With him, it's always heaven. This is my favorite way to wake up. With him already between my legs. Sometimes, he's eating me. Sometimes, he's touching me. Other times, he's already fucking me. I belong to him, my body his to take. I never tell him no. He doesn't deny me, either.
We're two sides of the same coin, as tangled up in each other as ever. More in love, more obsessed, and greedier every single day. We sneak away often for moments like this, for days at the cabin or time alone. Sometimes, we bring the kids with us. Sometimes, we leave them with our nanny. We never stay long without them. I can't go more than a night without seeing our babies. But I need moments like this, too. Days when it's just me and Domani, wrapped up in each other, fucking until we're as sated as we can be.
This is my happy place. This is my heaven. Right here in his arms, with him thrusting into me, his hands on my body, nothing in between us. This is where I belong. I've never felt freer than I do when I'm in his arms.
I've never been freer than I am at his side.
He wraps his hand around my throat, anchoring me in place as his thrusts grow harder and deeper. His teeth sink into my shoulder.
I cry out, sobbing his name into the room.
"Louder, mio sole," he demands. "Louder."
I shout it over and over, loving the sound of it on my lips. Domani. Domani. Domani. I could say it for eternity and never grow tired. I could love him for a thousand lifetimes and still want more. I am obsessed with this man. Completely. Utterly, Irrevocably.
My heart is his. My soul is his. Everything I am belongs to him.
I shatter apart, crying his name into the room. He groans, following me over the edge. We don't separate. We don't even stop fucking, not really. We just pause for a moment to catch our breath.
"Ti amo," he whispers, turning my face toward his to kiss my lips.
"I love you," I breathe.
He smiles, and I find another reason to love him. That smile. Just like the one before. And the one before that.