Chapter 54: Epilogue —Natalia

Three months later...

We got married again yesterday and arrived at our honeymoon destination this morning.

Bora Bora looks as beautiful as any screensaver I’ve ever seen.

What’s more beautiful is the man before me, rolling my jeans down my legs as he pushes me against the wall of our gorgeous beach house.

I giggle when he pulls off my jeans, whips off his shirt to unveil his masterpiece body, then crouches back down to kiss my feet. A line of fiery kisses is then trailed up my legs and right up to my pussy, where he pushes the fabric of my panties aside so he can thrust his tongue into my passage.

“I love the way you taste, everywhere, Malyshka,” he mutters.

“I love the way you taste, too,” I moan.

“You have all night to play with my body. This is my time to please you.”

He lifts my leg and presses me into the wall so he can continue eating me out. I grasp his wide shoulders, dizzy with delight. Greedy for more, or anything this man has to offer me.

Every time we do this, it feels better than the last. Every time he touches me, I feel amazing.

I’m nigh on coming and nigh on going crazy from the intoxicating pleasure he gives me when he stops licking my clit and traces a line of kisses over my belly.

“I want the future with you, Natalia. I want everything. Babies and more babies.”

I smile down at him. Nothing sounds better to me.

“I want that, too, Mikhail.”

He stands and cups my face so he can kiss me hard. “Then let’s move on to the practice stage. I’m going to make love to you for the rest of the day and all night, wife. We’re not leaving this room.”

He pushes his pants down and thrusts his cock into me.

“That works fine, husband. Just promise me you won’t stop touching me.”

“I promise. I don’t plan to ever stop, Natalia.”

I love hearing him call me by my name. I’ll never get tired of hearing it on his lips and remembering it’s me he wants when he says it.

I don’t have to be anyone besides myself for him to love me.

He makes me feel like his queen.

I’ll never stop touching him, either.

Not ever.

The man of my dreams. The man who will save me from my nightmares and make my dreams a reality.

The man who will be my biggest protector and guardian.

Mikhail Dmitriyev.

My husband.

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Epilogue 2—Mikhail Two years later...

I gaze ahead at Natalia.

She’s playing with Lilly, our little girl who’s just like her.

I thought my life changed when I married the woman of my dreams—twice. It did, but then it changed even more when I became a father to the most beautiful little girl in the world.

We named her after Natalia’s mother. It seemed fitting. Then we gave her two middle names. Isabella after my mother and Talia after my sister.

So, Lilly Isabella Talia Dmitriyev is one very blessed little girl.

She’s only one, but I can see those little feet walking as delicately as a ballerina.

It wouldn’t surprise me if she took an interest in it, because it runs through her veins.

If she does, I’m sure I’ll create a painting of her, just like all the others I have of my wife and child. My obsession now extends to both.

We’re at the lake house on a break, and I’m painting them now. This is what balances me.

Now when I come here, I remember that last conversation I had with my father. As the years have gone by, it comes to mean more to me. I started painting again after Natalia and I got married and I thought of how my father loved it, and how he loved painting my mother.

I finally understood his meaning. As the Pakhan, my world is dark, and my wife and my child are my treasures that light my path and complete me.

I focus on my wife for a few seconds as I finish the brush strokes over the painting of her, and I find myself smiling, because she’s one hell of a woman.

I love everything about her, but the two things that have been a constant are her strength and ambition.

She’s taken these two years to be with me and Lily, and in September, she’ll start her studies at New York University. I can already tell she’s going to bring that fire she has in her to the medical world.

When she looks at me, I remember how I promised her life would be better.

It is.

It truly is.

I’m nearly finished with this painting now, so I put my brushes down to take a break and join my family.

The picture is only complete when I’m with them.

The universe is the artist of that masterpiece.

I walk toward them and kiss my wife and then pick up my little girl.

“Let’s go for a walk,” I say.

“That sounds like a good idea.”

“Yeah, I get to look at you for longer.”

I smile at her, and we walk by the lakeside with me holding everything that matters to me in this world in the palms of my hands.

My wife and my child—the two great loves of my life.

And it all began when I met the princess.

The End.