Later, we sit outside on the balcony, watching the sunset. Seagulls sing, flying in the air. Our own piece of heaven.
She sits on my lap, resting the back of her head against my chest. The sky turns orange as the sun dips lower, and the air grows crisp.
I inhale her lilac scent, and my dick gets so hard it aches. The tattoo of her name ingrained in my skin burns.
She’s completely mine. She’s finally accepted that she belongs to me.
I kiss her forehead.
“I’m proud of you, my princess.”
She sits up, her thunderstorm-gray eyes narrowing before she smiles. Her gaze lingers on my face, and she kisses my cheek.
“I know. You love me too.”
“Good. I’m going to remind you every second how much I love you.”
“I was thinking.” She taps her fingers against her chin.
“I’m listening, my Lilac.”
“I want a tattoo.”
“A tattoo? Where?” I smile. “I’ll talk to Greg, my tattoo artist.”
“I want your name tattooed over my right breast, on a skull dripping with blood from the crown.”
“Why?”
“Because it suits you. Since you already marked yourself with my name, I thought I’d return the favor.”
“I want the tattoo on your ass, babe.”
She rolls her eyes. “Okay, fine. I’ll get it on my ass cheek.”
She straddles me. I trace every part of her face, then run my fingers along her light-brown skin as I watch her stare out at the ocean behind us. The waves crash against the shore. The smell of the salty air surrounds us. I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is my heaven on earth—just being here with her in our own little bubble.
When she looks back at me, she isn’t the same woman who once had fear in her eyes. For the first time, complete peace washes over her face.
She’s not haunted by her past. She’s not running anymore. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this at ease. Her eyes are no longer an empty shell.
She traces her fingers along my jaw, then straightens her spine.
“I hav—” She clears her throat. “I love you, Irvin.” She kisses my forehead. “I love you, Irvin Ashford. More than anything in this world.”
Her words catch me off guard. Shock washes over me completely. She would never admit it out loud to me before. Her confession makes my dick hard.
I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her a little rough. She pulls away, then sits up, whips out my dick, and slowly slides down on it. I let her ride the fuck out of me until she comes, then I bend her over the railing and fuck her from behind. She moans my name loudly. I’m thankful we don’t have any neighbors to witness my wife’s moans. When I finish inside her, I tuck myself back into my pants.
“I know, my Lilac. I love you. Forever and always.”
I’ve known for a long time that she loves me—flaws and all. I think she loved me the moment we met, which is why she tried so hard to stay away from me.
“You’re mine. You will always belong to me. Even your soul belongs to me.”
She nods, stroking my hair. “I’m aware. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I tighten my hold on her and press my lips to hers.
