Epilogue—Jace

Lidia's wedding dress—if you wanted to call it that—slipped from her shoulders, revealing what I'd longed to touch since the moment she scurried over my office pens and out of my door that first day.

She swallowed the last of her champagne and tossed the empty glass onto the plush carpet of our hotel for the week. My wife stood in front of me in lingerie that I didn't think she owned.

Her tiny—perfect—body on display for me. Only me. No other person had touched her the way I would tonight, and oh, I planned to touch her.

She'd been shocked and tipsy when we got married but it'd worn off on the plane ride right out of Houston and to Belize.

"Now, you know this isn't a normality for me," she whispered, playing with the strap of her bra. "But I'm willing to give this my best. Which is an inexperienced romp that I received tips from numerous romantic comedies."

I chuckled, slipping off my suit jacket and unbuttoning my shirt. Lidia's gaze traveled down my chest, and she tugged on her bottom lip gently.

"Lidia," I said, circling my arm around her waist and pulling her chest flush with mine. "You don't have to worry about this, it's your first time, I don't expect you to ride me reverse cowgirl and go all night long—"

"Don’t tell me just to lie there," she said. "Even this inexperienced virgin knows not to starfish."

I couldn’t stop my laugh. "Stop overthinking this," I whispered, trailing my fingertip down her neck to the cup of her bra. Lidia's nerves began to seep out and she relaxed against me, letting me pull her straps down and unhook her.

She sighed sweetly when my gaze lowered to her small pink nipples, and I tugged roughly against one. Not wanting to wait another minute, I pushed her back against the bed, watching her nervously scoot back to make room.

Grasping her ankle, I pulled her back to the edge of the bed, where I trailed the length of her toned leg with my finger, all the way toward her dampened panties.

Lidia's body relaxed at my touch, and she urged me on with a glance that I'd never gotten from her. Sinking to my knees, I kissed my way up her thighs and to the outside of her underwear before ripping them down and off her ankles.

Laying naked for me, the moonlight peeking through the bay window in the corner, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever had for myself.

Lidia sat up quickly and unbuckled my belt while I shrugged off my shirt and helped kick my slacks and boxers toward the pile of her clothes in the corner.

Her eyes traveled down my body slowly, her mouth opened and then shut before she curled her finger toward me. Licking from her hipbone all the way to her peaked nipple, I sucked her into my mouth, making her cry out.

Her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of my neck, and I groaned when I felt her moan my name into my ear.

Only me.

Forever.

I slipped my fingers into her wet heat, loving the way she rocked against my fingers, and clenched around them. I couldn’t wait to slid inside of her, knowing no one else had, only fueled my need for her.

Lidia squirmed when I shoved another digit inside of her. I felt to tight she was, and the thought of how it'd feel around my dick made my eyes heavy.

When she began to heave, and her hips bucked as my thumb rolled around her sensitive bud, I watched her face as she came undone.

A goofy smile traveled along her face, but I didn't let it turn into a chuckle. I grabbed her underneath her arms and slid her further onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

I shook my head and kissed her deep, whispering promises of treating her right into her ear.

Without thought of a condom because this was my wife—my damn wife—forever and ever—I placed the head of my dick against her.

She swore beneath her breath and clutched my shoulders, digging her fingernails into my back as I pushed deep.

A cry broke from her mouth as I slid into my forever. Into the tightest, sweetest, forever I'd ever had.

When I met my hips with hers, tears raced down her face, but she shook her head with I tried to apologize. "No," she hissed. "Don’t be sorry for this. This is—right."

It was right. I waited for her to become used to my size before I pulled back and pushed in deeper. Her uncomfortable squirms turned into heavy moans and uttered words that I couldn’t make out.

Lidia Archer wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer, tugging on my hair as if she'd always wanted to.

"More?" I asked.

"Yes, don't stop," she cried.

And I did just that. I didn't stop. I gave her all of me, while I took more of her than I ever expected. I wouldn't stop until she begged me to.

Because you don't stop forever. You embrace it.