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Angelica’s body responds to my every word, and a rush of endorphins floods my system. In this moment, there’s no past or future—only the intense present.
“Fucking come for me,” I bark to my wife, and she obeys my command. Her moans increase, a crescendo, a symphony of sensations. I feel her walls tighten around my fingers, which sends bolts straight to my cock.
“I’m coming, Evan!” she screams, her orgasm suddenly pulsing around my fingers as I hit her G-spot.
“I’m right there with you, my angel,” I groan.
My climax assaults me like a landslide, sudden and powerful, a force of nature. My cock spills into Angelica’s ass, and I savor the triumphant feeling, relishing this intoxicating moment of bliss.
I pull out, and my cum leaks out of her tight hole. A fucking sight. Bending down, I place my lips around it and suck, taking my release into my mouth.
Angelica gasps. “Oh my god, Evan. What are you doing?”
I flip her around, spread her legs open, and put my mouth over her entrance, spitting my cum into her pussy. “Now that we’re married, we’re not fucking wasting one ounce of my cum. I’ll spend every day trying to put a baby in you, my gorgeous wife.”
Angelica’s eyes widen, her chest heaving, cheeks flushed. “I’ll never get used to your filth,” she says with a soft giggle.
“Too bad,” I tease. “You’re stuck with me.”
EPILOGUE II
ANGELICA
“Do you need to pee or something?” Evan asks me as we walk to Dr. Joseph’s front door.
“What?”
“You’ve been fidgeting since we left Saintville.”
“You’re an idiot,” I joke with a laugh. “No, I don’t need topee. I’m just excited to see Aria.”
Or maybe it’s because my body is raging. But I can’t tell him why yet.
It’s been a few months since I was last able to see my best friend. After the bombing at my church wedding, she was induced into a coma to prevent swelling in her brain and to give her body time to recover from her extensive injuries. She was woken up a week ago, but I’ve only been able to talk to her on the phone for brief periods. She’s still trying to process what happened, and Grant advised us not to give her too many details at once but, Aria being Aria, she hasn’t left one question unasked. I still haven’t told her about Atlas, though. That can wait until she’s recovered.
I try to shake off the guilt of putting my friends in danger, but it clings to me like a shadow, a constant reminder of something I couldn't control. The rational part of my mind understands that, yet the emotional burden lingers. They could’ve been killed. I would’ve never forgiven myself.
We knock on Dr. Joseph’s door and his housekeeper answers with a smile, letting us in. We make our way to the section of the house that Grant has turned into a private clinic.
As soon as I step inside Aria’s room, I’m assaulted with a strong fragrance. The air is thick with the sweet, heady scent of flowers. It's as if I've stepped into a vibrant garden. The aroma is so intense that I can almost taste the floral notes on my tongue.
Evander coughs next to me. “What the flying fuck?” he asks, his face twisted in disgust. “Did Mother Nature puke in here?”
I slap him across the chest.
“Evan! Seriously?” He only shrugs in response.
Aria chuckles from her bed. “Evan, as annoying as always, I see,” she remarks.
“And I see you're still as mouthy as always,” Evander retorts, and I roll my eyes. These two bicker more than siblings. “I’ll be outside with Grant. Holler if you need anything, baby,” he says, giving me a kiss before stepping out.
The further I walk into the room, the more overpowering the scent grows. The space looks like a blooming paradise, flowers of every imaginable color and shape, and boxes of chocolates adorning every surface.
Aria notices me staring and her face flushes, giving me the answer I was looking for.
“Did Dion get you all of these flowers?”
She nods, blushing even more. “He’s brought me fresh flowers every day since I’ve been here.”
