Lunar Crest University (Forbidden Fruit)

Epilogue Part One

LUCA

SATURDAY, JUNE 1ST, 2024

S ix months later, our new house is officially finished. It’s still a little empty, aside from the stuff Finley brought over from her tiny apartment, but she already has plans for us to go furniture shopping this weekend, and I’m following her lead.

I told her I’d build her a house, and I did. It’s all hers to do whatever she wants. As long as she’s here, I don’t give a fuck what kind of furniture she picks out.

All I care about is how beautiful she is, getting ready for graduation as she stands in front of our pristine bathroom mirror and blots the gloss she just swiped across her lips. Her raven-colored hair falls in smooth waves down her back, drawing my attention to the black dress that hugs her curves all the way down to mid-thigh. She bends over the sink as she inspects her reflection, because even the chunky black heels she’s wearing don’t give her enough height to see.

I tried to persuade her to wear flats, but she was determined to walk across the stage in heels. She still gets a sharp pain in her thigh when she stands for too long, and those shoes are going to kill her, I know it, but she didn’t want to let what happened to her affect her graduation day, so I didn’t fight her on it.

She’s so fucking beautiful, and she’s mine. And this house—it’s ours . Everything has fallen into place over the past few months. Finley wanted to stay in Lunar Crest to be close to both of our families and because, as it turns out, Oscar had left Celestial Reads to her. The whole thing—he wanted her to have it if something ever happened to him. As upset as she was over his death, it gave her the encouragement to choose what she wanted to do with her life.

She’s been renovating the café, revamping it into more of a bookstore than a coffee shop, and even doing her own writing on the side. Giving the place a facelift and being around so many books inspired her, I suppose, and I was happy to help. Seeing her so excited about something…I’d do anything she asked me to. I even went as far as making sure she had an entire office in our new home to do whatever she pleased: read, write, anything.

I took a sabbatical from teaching, but I’m starting again this fall. She’ll be running Celestial Reads and writing in her spare time, so I decided I’d return to Lunar Crest University. She wouldn’t be my student anymore, and we could continue to openly be together in public without all the added worries.

Leaning against the doorway of the bathroom, I cross my arms over my chest as I watch her. “You look beautiful.”

Her green eyes flicker to me in the mirror as she smiles.

“When do we have to leave?” I ask.

My cock is straining against my slacks from just looking at her. She can’t look this good without me getting a taste of her.

Pursing her lips, she gives a little shrug as she goes back to inspecting herself closely. “Probably in about twenty minutes or so. I want to make sure we’re early and give myself time to figure out where I need to go.”

Pushing from the doorframe, I walk up behind her, gripping her hips and smirking as she lets out a small squeak. The sound quickly transforms into a moan as my lips connect with her neck, trailing slow kisses up the base toward her jaw.

“Perfect,” I mumble against her skin. “All I need is five.”

“No, no, no,” she laughs, tugging at my hands. “I just perfected my face and my hair. You’re not messing up all my work.”

“I won’t touch those .”

“ Luca ,” she groans as I nip at her throat.

Lifting my head until my lips graze her ear, I peek up at her reflection in the mirror with a shit-eating grin. “Promise,” I rasp. “Just need to taste you, Princesa .”

She arches her back into me despite the skeptical frown that takes over her face. “Five minutes?”

“Five minutes.”

With a defeated groan, she shoves me back with her ass as she twirls around in my hold, wrapping her arms around my neck as she kisses me swiftly. My fingers dig into her waist as I hoist her up on the sink, breaking the kiss so my facial hair doesn’t mess up her work . Her full lips part as she watches me from behind heavy lids, anxious to see what I’ll do next.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I instruct, hiking her dress up until it’s bunched around her hips. “Wider.”

She does as she’s told, and I fall to my knees before her, tugging her to the edge of the countertop as I gaze up at her from my spot between her thighs. Her pink bottom lip slips between her teeth as she grips the sink until her knuckles are white, and I can’t help but laugh breathlessly at her anticipation. Pressing my lips to her inner thigh, I don’t take my eyes off her as she shudders from my touch.

I hook my fingers into her black thong, tugging them down her legs and over her heels before kissing my way back up her porcelain skin.

“You could skip it,” I murmur. “They mail the diplomas anyway.”

“I’m not skipping.”

My thumb traces the pink scar on top of her thigh before I drag my tongue up her leg, my nose grazing her clit ever so faintly. She writhes under the feathery touch, and her thighs threaten to squeeze around me, but I keep them open with my hands.

“I can’t persuade you?” I tease.

“ Luca ,” she growls, bucking her hips. “Stop talking and put your mouth on me?—”

She chokes on her words as I bring my mouth down on her perfect cunt, flattening my tongue against her as I finally taste her. As she leans back on her elbows, her eyes squeeze shut as moans filter through her lips. Her sweet arousal explodes across my tongue as I suckle her, snaking my hand underneath her thigh so I can wrap it around and press my thumb to her swollen clit. Her hips roll against my mouth, and her legs shake faintly as I devour her.

“Oh, fuck ,” Finley cries out. “ Yes , Luca.”

I love hearing her say my fucking name.

My thumb circles her clit as I lick and slurp in a frenzied mess against her, eager to pull more moans from her lips. One of her hands comes off the counter and threads through my hair, gripping it tightly as she tries to make me put more pressure on her with my tongue.

“Right there, right there, right there,” she chokes out, bucking into me desperately as she chases her high. “Don’t stop . Just like that, baby. Please .”

Saliva drips down my chin as I feast on her, and the sounds of her moans and my lips suckling on her fill the room. Her movements become unsteady as her thighs tighten around me, and I know she’s going to come. Her breath comes out in staccato pants as she jerks underneath me, and at the very last second, I come off her cunt with a loud pop . Strumming my hand across her clit, I watch with a proud smirk as she comes, squirting all over my face and the freshly-steamed button-up I’ll have to change now, but I don’t give a fuck.

I’d wear it to the ceremony like this if she’d let me—let everyone see how my fucking girl marked me.

“Shit!” she whines. “Holy shit .”

Like music to my ears.

Her body collapses fully onto the sink as her chest heaves with exhausted pants, and when her eyes finally open, they widen. A hand hovers over her mouth in shock as her gaze flickers from my clothes back to my face, back and forth a few times before she giggles.

“Oh my God,” she says into her palm. “You have to change and clean your face. Hurry up. Go, go, go.”

She tries to rush me as she scrambles from the counter, but I stand, pressing into her as I pin her between me and the sink. My hands rest on either side of her as I peer down at her pink cheeks and the smile she’s trying to hide.

“What’s wrong with my clothes?” I play dumb as I cock my head down at her. “My face? You don’t like my face?”

She rolls her eyes as she shoves my chest meekly. “Luca, you have me all over your face. All over you . There’s no way you’re leaving like this.”

“I like it.”

“ No .”

“It’s like a new moisturizer?—”

Grabbing a hand towel, she whacks me in the face with it as she scoffs dramatically. She wriggles from my hold as she inspects herself in the mirror again. “Ten minutes, and then we’re leaving, sir . You better change, or you’re not going.”

I wipe my face off with the towel she hit me with as I watch her pull her panties back up her legs, readjusting her dress and giving herself a once over. Her after-sex look is always my favorite: wide eyes, dilated pupils, flushed cheeks. She’s a fucking masterpiece. I can’t stop looking at her as I unbutton my dress shirt, walking up behind her to press a kiss to her bare shoulder as I shimmy out of the button-up.

“ Te amo, mi amor ,” I whisper.

She twists slightly, peering up at me as she gives me a sweet smile, one that reaches her eyes, making them crinkle just before she scrunches her nose. Reaching her hand up, she cups my cheek before running her fingers through my facial hair and gripping my chin tentatively. My heart always reacts like it’s the first time she’s touching me when she does stuff like this, always trying to beat out of my chest to get to her.

“I love you too.”