Fall of Snow: Epilogue

Warm breaths whisper across my bare thigh, dragging me from my dreamless sleep.

Lips brush against the sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from my throat. It’s been so long since Elijah has touched me like this that I think if he keeps it up, I may be able to come just from the gentle touches.

Three long weeks. That’s how long it’s been since I had Elijah inside me, since he touched me more than a kiss here and there and a few gentle caresses. When we saw Doc yesterday and he cleared me for all activities, I expected for him to fuck me against the door when we walked Doc out, but nope. He helped me dress in a pair of silk pajamas, a routine he seems to enjoy and one I suspect will continue despite my clean bill of health, tucked me in, and held me against him through the night.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fall asleep full of doubt. Thoughts of Elijah losing interest in me, of not wanting me anymore now I’m scarred from our enemies filled my mind, but a wake-up like this sets me onto the truth. He was just biding his time.

“Good morning, my Snowflake,” he murmurs against my thigh as his tongue draws lazy circles into the flesh. The ache of my core is almost impossible to breathe past, and I’m already moments away from begging him to touch me where I need him.

My head rolls to the side and find dark skies through the window. What time is it? “Morning?”

He chuckles. His breath on my hypersensitive skin only makes my desire burn hotter, only makes me need him more. “It’s after midnight. I was going to wait, but I couldn’t. I needed to taste you, Snow. I can barely breathe without the taste of your cunt on my tongue.”

His filthy words drag a moan from my throat. Oh my god. The things this man does to me with his words far surpass anything any other man could do with their entire bodies. Elijah sets me on fire. Every word, every touch, every kiss. My skin heats impossibly, to the point my breaths come in hard and fast, and it’s not lost on me that he’s barely touched me.

“I can smell you, Snowflake. I can smell how wet you are for me,” he murmurs, pressing a firm kiss to the fabric covering my heated core. “Your pussy needs me, doesn’t she, baby? I can feel how hot she is for me.”

“Yes,” I whimper. My heart beats heavily in my chest, a mixture of need and excitement claw at the edge of my restraint. I want to grab Elijah’s head and grind my pussy against his face. I want him to make me come so hard I see stars, and then I want him to fuck me in the way that’s so uniquely us. Rough. Dirty. Raw.

“I want to tease you, Snowflake. I want to drag this out until the sun rises and sets. I want to make you so crazy with need that you can’t fucking breathe without my hands on you. Is that what you want, Snow? Do you want to be so desperate to come that you’ll do anything?” His fingers snake into the waistband of the shorts he helped me into a few hours ago, but he doesn’t immediately remove them, instead waiting for my answer.

“I need you, Elijah. I need you any way you’ll take me.” The truth slips from my lips with such ease. I’d like to blame the admission on how desperate I am for my husband, for the man who lived in the shadows of my life, secretly stalking me, biding his time until he could claim me as his own, but it wouldn’t be the case. It’s not that I haven’t had him for weeks, it’s that my body is just as obsessed with Elijah as he is me. If the tables were turned and I were the one who spotted him across a crowded room, I could very well have found myself following him, stalking him.

We will always find our way to one another, like moths to a flame. We were inevitable from that first day, and Elijah saw that from the very first moment. There isn’t a force in the universe that could keep us apart.

“I can’t wait though,” he tells me. “I can’t wait another moment to slide into the heaven between your thighs. You don’t know how fucking hard it was to keep my hands to myself while you recovered.”

“I do,” I whisper. “Because it was just as hard for me.”

Elijah growls, impatiently tugging at my shorts and discarding them across the room without ever tearing his eyes off me. He shoves a hand between my legs and groans when his fingers make contact with my wetness. “I need to take you hard and fast, Snow. But I promise I’ll kiss it better when I’m done. I’ll spend the rest of the day with my face between your thighs, but first, I need to fuck you.”

Before I can think to reply, he’s hovering above me. He notches his cock at my entrance and I can’t help but tilt my hips upward, my body seeking the relief and pleasure he’s going to give me.

Without hesitation, he surges forward and a startled scream tears from my lungs. His girth feels like it’s tearing me apart as he buries himself inside me to the hilt. I’m impossibly full. Every single part of my body feels like it’s being torn apart by him, but equally as if he’s putting me back together.

“Fuck,” he grinds out. “This pussy is mine.” He grasps hold of one of my breasts and squeezes, pulling a groan from my throat and my center to pulse around him. “These tits are mine. Your whole fucking body belongs to me.”

I find myself nodding against the pillow despite never commanding my body to do so. He’s in control of me right now. He’s in control of my body all the time, regardless of whether he’s aware of that or not, it’s the truth.

“Say it,” he roars, rutting into my body with wild abandon. There’s no rhythm to his movements, just a man chasing his own pleasure and using my body to take what he needs.

“I’m yours,” I sob, tears of pleasure rolling down my cheeks. Each time he slides into me. His cock assaults the spot inside me that threatens to set me off, and I crave the release like I crave my next breath. I won’t survive without it, I’m sure that if he took it all away right now, it would be like taking the air from my lungs.

“Fuck yes, you are,” he groans long and low, grinding into me with rapture etched into his face. I’ll never get enough of this, never enough of him. For as long as we both live, I suspect we will be this desperate for one another. “I want to feel you come for me, Snow. I want your juices to soak my cock, and then I want to fill you so full of my cum, you’ll still be leaking tomorrow.”

His words are my undoing, and my release catches me by surprise. The rush of pleasure washes over me and Elijah is all I can feel. His body moving against mine, his lips at the shell of my ear whispering dirty promises, his cock dragging every ounce of pleasure from my body like he was born to do so. “That’s it, Snow. Give it to me. Give everything to me,” he moans in my ear. He’s getting closer, his cock pulses inside my pussy as the never-ending ebbs of my orgasm continue to hold me. “Fuck, your tight little cunt is going to drag me over the edge, Snowflake. Do you want my cum?”

I nod against the pillows, words the last thing in my mind. My entire body is hypersensitive and the pleasure borders on pain. But it’s the most delicious type, the type I crave.

“Ask me for it, Snow. Ask me to fill you up,” he growls, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of my throat and causing me to cry out.

“I need your cum,” I cry. “Please fill me, please.”

The tears are coming hard and fast now. I need him to come because I don’t know how much longer my body can handle what he’s doing to it.

He lets out a roar I’m sure my entire family can hear, but I don’t care. Everything I care about is right here. He ruts into me, his thrusts becoming increasingly less measured, and I relish in the sight of him losing control,

“Fuck!” he growls, and a moment later, he stills, his cock pulsating inside me as heavy ropes of cum fill me.

Before Elijah, I never would have let a man come inside me, never would have risked pregnancy or disease, but with Elijah, it’s different. It has been from the moment our eyes locked across his dining room when he took me. I didn’t recognize it at the time, but I do now. Our eyes locked, and everything fell into place, I was just too stubborn to see it.

He collapses on top of me for just a second, just long enough that his weight settles me, and then he rolls onto his back and drags me on top of him, never allowing his cock to dislodge. He’s craving connection the way I am, and I’m not going to complain despite the dull ache between my thighs from his rough treatment.

We’re quiet for long moments, the only sound our rough breaths as we both try to recover from what we just did. Despite my constant insecurities since our wedding, I’ve had a nagging thought in the back of my mind, words I’m afraid to say because once I put them into the universe, I can’t take them back. Words that will change my entire life. Our entire life.

“I want to have a baby,” I murmur against his bare chest.

Elijah’s head pulls back as one of his palms turns my face to look at him. The emotions written on his face are mixed. Excitement. Concern. Happiness. Doubt.

“Not because I think you need an heir. I want to have a baby because I love you, and I want to make a little being that is half you and half me.” The image fills me with nothing but joy, despite how out of place a newborn will look in their father’s tattooed arms. “And if we can’t do it naturally, there are so many children who need a loving home, and I won’t love them any less because I didn’t grow them, as long as we’re raising them together, they’ll be a little bit of both of us.”

Elijah grasps the back of my head and pulls my face to his until our foreheads rest on one another. “There is nothing I want more than to see your belly swell with my baby. But we don’t have to put any pressure on it. You’re still recovering, and I know I was just rough with you, but I am conscious of that.”

“No rush, no pressure,” I agree. “But I want us to be on the same page.”

Elijah’s lips brush across mine, and the kiss is everything. It’s like a warm summer’s day, and every Christmas rolled into one. It’s like everything falling into place after the start of our relationship being such a mess. And I never want it to end.

But when my phone starts buzzing on the bedside table, I groan. I don’t want anything to ruin this moment.

“Who the hell is calling at three in the morning?” I mumble, reaching across without moving from Elijah’s body.

Storm’s name lights up my screen and dread settles in my belly. “Hey.”

“I need you to come down to Empire,” he says in a rush. There’s something in his tone that doesn’t sound quite right, and it has me rolling off Elijah and tugging the sheet around my naked body.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“I just saved a girl from being bought by the Lounder Cartel. She was drugged, and if she wakes up to just me, I’m afraid she’ll panic.”

My stomach flips, and nausea rolls over me. “I’m on my way.”