Epilogue
A year later
“Softly” I moan. My nails digging on down his back and touching his spine. His body slick with sweat against my own, and I never felt as much heat as I do now. My toes curling in pleasure as I feel the buildup in my abdomen. My whole body tenses and then tightens.
“f**k” Frier growls and clamps his teeth onto my shoulder, where his mark is always on display. His hold on my thighs goes tighter to the point of bruising, but his thrusts into me just go harder and slower at each passing second, and finally, he stills.
He swells in me, and I could feel the spurts of his seed, deep and unyielding. It’s hot and for some reason, I’m sent into another high as I tighten around him and I can't help moaning his name. I pant, still clutching on to him with my nails and I’m a
