“You’re my whole heart, Anya,” I tell her in return. “I love you too.”
My fiancée smiles brilliantly, and it’s like she’s trying to light up my whole world.
“Wait right here,” I tell her, smacking a light kiss against her lips. “I’m going to go get the shower ready for us, and then I’m going to clean you up in there, okay? We can get nice and relaxed and go to sleep after, if you want.”
And I can eat you out in the morning.
While letting the shower warm up, I go through her bag and commend myself for remembering to toss her shower essentials inside it. I grabbed everything that looked well used and it’s a good thing I did. We both ended up a sweaty mess after such a good fuck.
When I return to my room to get Anya, she only half protests as I pull her out of the bed. She’s still smiling as she does, mostly moping about being sleepy. Thankfully, even though she’s clearly exerted herself, she isn’t experiencing any asthmasymptoms. I think an asthma attack would probably dim her afterglow quite considerably. She hates when they happen.
Once my girl is able to stand up right without leaning on me for support, I pull Anya’s tired body into the steaming walk-in shower. She closes her eyes, breathing in the lavender essential oil that I dripped on the tile floor. She’s so floaty and light as I pamper her. Lavishing her soft skin with three different soaps, massaging her shoulders and her back as I clean her up.
Gathering all her damp hair off her neck, I pull it softly back and start to wash it. Her shampoo smells like peppermint and lavender, and suds up so fast between my fingers and her scalp. Once every bit of soap is out of her long locks, I fill my hands with conditioner and lather until her hair is completely slick and knotless. It feels like silk in my hands and the feeling stays even as I rinse it out.
I don’t spend half as much time cleaning myself up, washing myself with one of her loofahs and some of her fancy body wash, since I haven’t moved any of my own in here yet. Once we’re both rinsed off, I grab two towels from the warmer and dry us both off, her before me. While I dry myself, she twists her hair into a microfiber towel, securing it on top of her head.
Anya picks out a set of pajamas to slip into—which, to my delight, are tiny and satin. She’s gotten so much more comfortable showing her scars around me, and I’m thrilled to see every bit of her skin I can get. She moisturizes her face and brushes her teeth while I rub her body oil into her arms and legs before taking care of my own teeth.
When I guide her back into the bedroom, she’s still just as sleepy from before we showered. Only now she’s freshly clean, with her skin tinted pink from the warm water. She looks so fucking pretty, and smells so good that I’m tempted to dirty her up all over again.
I quickly toss away the blanket that we fucked on and grab the spare from my closet. When we lie down, it’s right in the middle of the bed. Her head on my chest, her legs tangled in mine, and my arm around her back.
I could lie with her for the rest of my life, just like this.
“I feel like this is a dream,” Anya murmurs languidly, snuggling deeper into my chest.
“You’re telling me.” I kiss the top of her head, sighing. “I feel like your father is going to break in here and throw me out of my own house. At least we’re not in your room, where that’s a real possibility.”
Anya giggles softly. “We’re getting married. It’s your bedroom now, too.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of that.”
“Mmm,” she hums, her lips vibrating against my peck. “And I love you.”
“I love you too,meraviglia.So fucking much.”
I can’t believe she’s all mine.
Epilogue 1
Anya
Several Months Later:
Weeks After the Final Savage Empire Epilogue
Matteo didn’t go home for the birth of Jade’s third child, but he did go visit her once she had settled in more. Her newest addition, Viktor Sage Moretti-Morozov, was only two weeks old when he met his Uncle Matteo for the first time. He visited just in time for a big family dinner that welcomed Viktor and his slightly older cousin Vaughn into the world.
Rayna, Apollo’s wife, gave birth just a couple of weeks before Jade did, and both of their sons came out healthy and happy. Despite missing his family dearly, he only decided to stay for a couple of nights. I missed him like crazy while he was gone, but I couldn’t bring myself to go with him.
I still have struggles when it comes to trying new things and especially when it comes to meeting new people. Matteo has a large family, and the first time I meet more of them in person, I know that it shouldn’t be in the middle of a big, crowded event.
But Matteo is home now and has been for a little over a month. And today is a special day. I’m going to meet some of Matteo’s family, after all. I don’t even have to get on a plane for it either.
“Nervous?” my handsome fiancé asks, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer while we stand outside.
“If I was, I’d need to pull it together fast.” I chuckle. “They’re pulling up to the gate right now, it’s a little late to ask now.”
