Chapter 217
EPILOGUE
FIVE YEARS LATER
RYAN’S POV
Anna’s giggles lit up our cozy living room, her joy wrapping around my heart in a way that still left me breathless after all these years. She darted around the coffee table, her robe fluttering open just enough to tease me with flashes of her four–month pregnant belly, round and glowing, a living reminder of the life we’d created together.
God, she was everything. My fierce, brilliant wife, the woman who’d fought her way to the top of her class while carrying our first child and now worked right beside me at the company. I’d tried to talk her out of it, worried about her pregnancy, but Anna blatantly refused.
“I earned this degree, Ryan,” she’d said, her eyes blazing. “I want to use it, build something with you.” And she did, more than I could’ve imagined.
Now, watching her laugh as she ran from me, my cock throbbed painfully hard, straining against my boxers as I chased her, a playful growl rumbling from my chest.
“Ryan, stop!” she giggled breathlessly. “We’ll be late for work p>
I caught her by the waist, pulling her soft curves against me. “Work can wait, ” I growled, my erection pressing into her ass. “But this can’t. I need to be inside you, Anna. I need to feel my babies p>
She squealed, pushing at my chest with bubbling laughter. “You really think it’s going to be twins p>
I pressed my forehead to hers, smiling breathlessly. “Baby, I don’t need to think. I know it already. I can feel them p>
“Ryan-” she started, but I lifted her bridal–style and carried her to the bedroom, her warmth against me making my cock twitch.
I laid her gently on the bed, my breath catching as her teasing eyes met mine. With agonizing slowness, she loosened the tie of her robe and let it slide open, revealing her glowing, pregnant body, soft full breasts, that round, perfect belly, and the sinful curve of her thighs that made my cock twitch just looking at her.
“You sure you still want to risk being late for work?” she whispered, her voice dripping with mischief as her fingers trailed down her skin.
“Fuck, yes, Anna…” I murmured, the words barely leaving my throat as my gaze drank her in. She was still so fucking sexy, even hotter than ever.
She laughed softly, then dipped her fingers between her thighs, sliding them into her wet pussy. Her breath hitched as she moved them in and out. “You just gonna stand there and stare, Daddy?” she teased. “Come fuck
me senseless p>
“F–fuck–Anna-“I stripped quickly, my hard cock springing free, muttering, “You’re going to be the death of
me p>
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“Shut up and come here,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider, her pussy glistening.
I climbed onto the bed, trembling with need. She wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking slowly, her grip sending sparks through me. “God, I love this,” she whispered, voice thick with want.
“Baby,” I groaned, gripping the sheets. “Don’t make me cum yet p>
“Then don’t you fucking dare,” she whispered against my lips, playful and commanding.
I kissed her hard, our mouths crashing together in heat and hunger. I thrust my cock inside her slowly, feeling her wet, tight pussy welcome me, clenching around my length.
“Fuck, Ryan–oh, God,” Anna gasped, clutching my shoulders.
I groaned against her neck, thrusting faster, my hips driving into her. “You drive me insane, Anna.” I rasped.” Always so fucking sweet.
“Harder,” she begged, moaning as I slammed deeper, our bodies slapping together.
“Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop p>
I grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer, thrusting deep as our breaths mingled and moans filled the room.
“Anna,” I growled, voice breaking. “You’re everything. You and these babies–fuck–I love you so much p>
Her fingers tangled in my hair. “Say it again,” she cried, tears mixing with sweat. “Say it again, Ryan p>
“I love you,” I panted, kissing her fiercely. “Always. Always, baby p>
Her body arched, pussy spasming around my cock as she screamed, “Ryan! Oh God, yes, yes p>
I followed, groaning raw and deep, “Anna–fuck-” as I came inside her, filling her with hot spurts.
For a while, only our ragged breaths and pounding hearts remained.
Anna smiled, brushing my damp hair back. “We’re really late for work now p>
I chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Worth it p>
She giggled. “You’re impossible p>
“And you love it,” I said, kissing her softly.
“I do, ” she whispered. “With everything I have p>
I cupped her face, thumb on her lips. “I love you baby, and I’ll keep proving it, every single fucking day p>
She sank back into the pillows, her hand resting protectively over her bump. “They’re going to look like you,” she murmured sleepily.
I smiled, tracing gentle circles on her belly. “No, baby… they’ll look like their mom–strong, stubborn, and so damn beautiful.” 1
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Anna’s lips curved faintly, her eyes fluttering shut. “You talk too much, Mr. Ryan Wolfe p>
I leaned down, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and whispered, “And you love me for it, Mrs. Ryan Wolfe p>
THE END.
Or the beginning?
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.