Page 104 of Lethal Devotion
The nurse backs toward the door. "I'll… I'll just turn off the alarms," she mutters. "But if anything happens?—"
"Nothing's going to happen except that I’m about to give my wife an orgasm," I say firmly. "Now close the door behind you."
She does, practically fleeing the room, and suddenly we're alone again with only the sound of our breathing and Sienna's continued laughter.
"I can't believe you just did that," she says, burying her face in my neck.
"I can't believe you're laughing at me when I'm trying to be romantic."
"Romantic?" She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "You just told a nurse to get out because you were busy with your wife, while we were literally in the middle of?—"
"Making love," I finish. "Making love to my wife. Who, by the way, still hasn't given me a proper answer to my proposal."
She looks down at me with an expression of wonder, like she can't quite believe this is real. Neither can I, honestly. But looking at her now, feeling the love radiating from her, I know with absolute certainty that this is what I want for the rest of my life.
"Yes," she says simply, her hands reaching up to touch my face as she rocks gently on me. “Yes, Damian.”
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I'll marry you again. Yes, I want the ceremony and the dress and all of it. Yes, I choose you, Damian Kuznetsov, in sickness and in health, for better or worse, for as long as we both shall live."
“Fuck.” I reach for her, pulling her down for a kiss as I resume the strokes of my fingers between her legs, relishing the moan that spills out against my mouth. “Come for me,zhena. Come for me, before I?—”
“I love you,” she breathes against my lips, and suddenly the pleasure races up my spine, devouring me, a climax hitting me before I can stop myself. My cock throbs and twitches inside of her, the first explosive spurt of cum making me groan violently against her mouth, and I feel her shudder and hear her moan as she comes apart too, grinding against my hips as she rides me through my climax and hers.
She breaks the kiss, panting softly as she looks down at me. "I love you, Mrs. Kutnezsov," I murmur, and she smiles, her forehead touching mine as we lie there, wrapped together in the hospital bed.
"I love you too, Mr. Kutnezsov."
And then she's kissing me again, and I'm lost in her, in us, in the promise of everything we're going to build together. We started thismarriage as strangers, but we’re beginning it again as partners who chose each other, fought for each other, and won.
The future stretches out before us, full of possibility and hope and love. And for the first time in my life, I see happiness in front of me, and I believe in it.
I believe in her.
In us.
Finally, and forever.
EPILOGUE
SIENNA
Three months later, I stand in front of the full-length mirror in Valentina's bedroom, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. The dress is everything I never dared to dream of, made of ivory silk that flows like water over my curves, delicate lace sleeves that make me feel like a princess, and a train that pools behind me in a gentle puddle of silk, not overdramatic but still elegant. Valentina helped me choose it, and we’ve grown closer over the past three months than I could have ever hoped. We’re close friends now, and I’m grateful that in finding Damian, I also found her.
"You look beautiful," Valentina assures me from where she’s standing behind me, slipping the comb of my veil into my curled and perfectly styled hair. I thought the veil was a bit of overkill, considering that I’m technically already married to Damian, but he insisted that we do it all properly, as if this were our first wedding. In some ways, it is—the first time we’ve done this of our own free will, chosen each other, just like we will for the rest of our lives.
Valentina looks beautiful, glowing in her rose-gold gown, her pregnant belly very pronounced now. Her dark hair is swept up in a chignon, and she looks like the picture of elegance.
"I can't believe this is really happening," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.
It's been a whirlwind since that night in the hospital. Damian kept his promise—he didn't walk away, and he did his best not to retreat behind his walls. He tried, over and over, and even when he failed, even when I could feel him starting to pull away, he always came back to me.
I know we’ll always come back to each other. And I believe in him, even if he doesn’t always believe in himself.
The wedding planning was a whirlwind, too, but I had Valentina to help with that, at least. We hired a wedding planner, decided on the estate’s gardens for a venue, and coordinated everything in between me helping to care for Damian and dealing with his moods as he convalesced, which wasn’t easy for anyone.
But we’re here, and he’s on his own two feet, recovered at last.
