Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I’m just scared he’ll never get the chance.
Epilogue
ZOE
The Day Of The Funeral
It’s late at night before we get back to the house. After the funeral we spent the rest of the day and evening with Emilia at Niko’s home—my friend’s new home. We didn’t leave until she took something to help her sleep and was knocked out. She’s so broken. I know that she needs time to let her body and mind recoup.
I didn’t want to leave, but Callan insisted. He says the fewer people in the home will make it easier for Niko’s bodyguards to protect Emilia. That’s the only reason I left. I want her safe and I know that Niko took every precaution he could to protect her. His house really is a fortress. Emilia has bodyguards, panic rooms and surveillance cameras everywhere. Hell, the grounds outside Niko’s home are harder to get into than Fort Knox. He did everything possible to protect Emilia if there ever was a time when he wasn’t able to himself. I doubt even he realized how much that would be needed, but I’m glad he thought of her.
I’m still praying for a miracle. Niko is still alive. Although, I did hear Callan talking to the doctors. They’re concerned that he’s not waking up. He also has developed a small fever. The machines are allowing his body to rest and pulling oxygen into his body, but they can’t be used indefinitely. They aren’t sure about brain damage or anything else and they won’t really know much until he wakes up—if he does.
Callan takes my hand, leading me upstairs to the bedroom. I get undressed quietly. I feel like a robot going through the motions. When I turn to help Callan take off his shirt, I blink because he’s standing in front of me naked. How long have I been zoned out? I knew I got undressed slowly, but not that slowly.
I grab for the shirt I wear as a nightshirt, but Callan takes it from my hands, dropping it to the floor.
“Tonight, I want to feel your skin against mine to remind me that while my world is crashing down around me, I’m still holding the most important thing in my life close,” he whispers softly.
My throat clogs with emotion and it takes me a minute to find my voice. “I love you, Callan. I love you more than I could ever say.”
“I love you too.”
“I want to try to erase some of your pain,” I tell him, running my hand against his chest until my arms are around his neck.
“How?” he asks, with a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“By trying to start our family early.”
“How do you plan on that?”
“I stopped taking my birth control after you told me you loved me. It will probably be a while before we get pregnant, but we can start trying now.”
He pulls me in right to his chest. “God, I love you Zoe Cooper and after things settle down for Emilia, we’re getting married. I want my ring on your finger.”
“I can’t wait to be your wife, but I want to wait, too. I want Emilia beside me on my wedding day. I already belong to you. You’ve given me everything in the world, Callan.”
“I can think of something else I need to give you,” Callan replies, pushing me back on the bed.
“What do you mean?”
“I need to eat that sweet pussy of yours, Zoe. I need to make you cum on my tongue and then bury my cock so deep inside of you that you taste me for weeks.”
His words are so wickedly delicious that I breathe out my pleasure as he leans down to kiss along my belly. “I’m yours,” I whisper. “Take what you want from me, Callan,” I murmur, my fingers tangling in his hair.
My words seem to unleash something inside of him. His kiss turns feral. I whimper as pleasure explodes between us. There’s an edge and bruising force to his kiss that makes me feel alive and beautiful. When he pulls away, his mouth stays close as he growls against my skin, turning my body over so that my face is pressed into the mattress.
“Are you really completely mine, Zoe? Mine to do whatever I want?”
As he speaks, his hand slides down my back, his fingers grazing my skin and sending waves of heat through me. My breath stalls in my lungs as his finger teases the dark valley of my ass, before he squeezes the cheeks.
“Yes, Callan. You can do anything you want,” I murmur, giving him unnecessary permission. I know without question that whatever he does to me, he will make sure I love every minute of it.
“What if I told you I’m going to make your ass pink, branding the print of my hand over it—spanking you and delivering so much pleasure that all you can is do is beg for more, Zoe?”