Never Stop

Epilogue

Epilogue

VIA May 2025; One year later

S ince Liam's disappearance, I have been able to breathe for the first time in my life. The cops are still searching for him concerning my assault but have come up short.

Everyone worried about me for months, waiting for the breakdown that never really came.

Free. Finally, free .

"What is all of this?" I chuckle as I walk into our home. It's currently lit only by the spread-out candles. I place my camera on the counter as I pad through the kitchen.

Making my way further into the dark house, my eyes peering around to find him.

"Helloooo?" I sing-song.

"What do you think it is?" In the shadows, his husky voice comes from the other side of the living room. I search in that direction to find Ander leaning against the wall across from me, watching me intently, wearing nothing but a sexy, smug smile and holding what I assume is a lowball glass of whiskey and coke.

I pull out my best southern drawl accent as I pad over towards him, painfully slow, taking off one piece of clothing at a time.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, Mr. Cole, it does appear you're attempting to seduce me."

He lets out a dark chuckle, swishes the ice around in his glass, and draws a long sip before setting the glass down on the table beside him.

"It does appear that it's working."

He raises an eyebrow, and his dark smile grows as I stand closer, down to my black lace bra and panty set. His jaw ticks in approval just as he runs a hand over his chin. I can tell he's trying to draw this out and restrain himself from pouncing on me.

I wish he would .

Sticking true to my attempt at a sexy southern drawl accent, "My oh my, whatever kind of lady do you take me for, Mr. Cole?" I feign offense, placing a hand on my chest and mouth agape in mocked shock. Another dark chuckle escapes from him, then silence as my bra and panties hit the floor, and I take another step forward, leaving less than three feet remaining between us.

"My wife," Ander deadpans.

"That I am." I can't help the full-fledged smile that spreads across my face.

His wife .

One title I hold with more pride than I'm capable of expressing.

We didn't have an engagement. Ander planned an entire wedding instead of a proposal. It was everything .

Our wedding was small and intimate, surrounded by his family and our closest friends. It was here on the island, out on the beach. He chose a spot across from our home and the field where we met. It was precisely one year ago— which also happens to be the exact date we met eighteen years ago.

The man is full of surprises, and he never fails to amaze me.

Without another word, he's off the wall and crushing his bare body into mine as our lips collide; he lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around him.

He pulls back and begins trailing kisses starting at my collarbone, making his way up my neck, and when he gets to my ear, he whispers in a low growl, "Mine!" as he plants a hard slap on my ass—eliciting a small moan from me. With that, he comes apart, losing every shred of restraint he held onto previously. I can see that vein in his neck pumping as I feel both of our heart rates flutter to max speed, in sync as if they're beating to the same drum.

Peeling me off of him in one swift movement, he turns me around to face the arm of the couch and leans me over it. Spreading my legs, he presses into my backside, allowing me to feel his hard length.

"Mrs. Cole, it seems you've been a naughty girl." I can sense him bending down behind me, but with my face buried on the couch, I can't see anything. Ander trails his fingers up each of my legs, starting at my ankles and slowly working their way up to my inner thighs.

Once he gets to my center, he removes his hand and blows a cold gush of breath against my slit before he drags it into his mouth. He bites down grievously for a split second before nursing it with a long slow suck.

"Ahh-Anderrrr!" Chest heaving, I plant my hands beside me, and I pull up on my forearms, arching my back.

A groan escapes from Ander as he releases my clit from the grasp of his perfect mouth with a popping sound.

"You know how I punish naughty girls, don't you?"

"Please," I beg.

He lets out a dark chuckle just as his tongue starts to flick unapologetically up and down my center.

"So fucking needy for me." He growls out as he pounds two fingers inside my ready and waiting pussy. He has no mercy as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

"Yessss!" Just as my pleaful moan ends, his fingers withdraw from me, and he backs away completely, leaving me throbbing, soaking, and quite frankly dying for more.

"Ander!" I growl out hoarsely, chest still heaving. I push to stand, and he pushes me back down and kneels in front of me, with his fingers in my face, my arousal painted evidently around them.

"Open up, baby."

I do as I'm told, but don't make it easy. As his fingers enter my mouth, I first take a slow, wet drag down them with my tongue, then I wrap my mouth around them tightly, drawing my cheeks in. I suck up, and down his fingers, as I stare directly into Anders's eyes with every intent on making him wish it were his cock my mouth was wrapped around.

His head falls back, breaking our intense eye contact.

"Fuck, baby. You're so damn perfect."

He pulls his fingers back as he leans in and kisses me without mercy. His tongue licks, flicks, and dances against mine right before he bites down on my lip, then draws it in his mouth and sucks it. His right hand starts traveling down my back. Once it gets to my ass, he pulls back and slaps it hard.

"Ahh, yes!" I moan into his mouth, and he swallows it without missing a beat.

"Punish me, Ander." I moan into his mouth.

A smile flashes across his face. Without another second passing, he's back on his feet, standing behind me. His hand plants on my back, pushing me back onto the couch. With his other hand, he runs his cock up and down my core, spreading my arousal onto my clit.

"Buckle up, baby." He grabs both of my hands, holding them by the wrists behind my back, pulling me slightly toward him as my ass is propped up on the arm of the couch. He uses his free hand to guide his cock into my opening, and without another warning, he slams into me as deep as he can go.

The pain of stretching around his massive cock so suddenly hits me as the sweetest reward.

My breathy moans and screams grow louder. His hand remains wrapped around my wrists, holding me up toward him as his other hand wraps around my neck gently, holding me in place. His pace picks up, and I meet each thrust with a backward thrust of my own.

He leans in and groans into my ear, "You're so fucking perfect baby. We fit fucking perfectly."

His groans, perfect cock, and hard thrust have me on the edge of combusting.

"Ander, more!" I manage to demand through my moans. He meets that demand like the perfect fucking sex god that he is. With that, I come entirely apart for him.

"Oh, Ander, I'm com—"

"Come for me, baby; let me feel that tight little pussy throb around my cock"

"Ahh"

"Yes, baby. Just like that." His hand around my wrists releases. Both of his arms wrap around my chest as he cups my breasts in his hands, running his thumbs lazily as he flicks my nipples. His thrusts are getting more erratic. I can feel him on the brink of orgasm. I push back onto his cock, helping him along.

"God damn, woman!" He grunts as his hands move to my hips; I fall back onto my hands just as he falls apart, filling me up completely.

He collapses on top of me, still inside of me. Biting down on my ear then, he whispers, "I love you and our life together so fucking much, Rosie."

Like the graceful princess that I am, I roll us to the floor as he slides out of me, and I pin him down, straddling him.

"Look at me in my eyes when you proclaim your love for me." My playful grin spreads across my face as a breathless chuckle escapes from us both in unison.

Pushing my untamable hair behind my ears with one hand as the other grips my hip, he locks eyes with me.

"You drive me fucking crazy." He laughs.

I swat at his chest with an eye roll and go to stand, but he pulls me right back down onto him.

"I love you, baby." His voice is soft and sweet, and my already dancing heart does a little backflip at the sound, just as it always does with him.

"I love you more," I argue playfully, and Ander chuckles darkly. He raises an eyebrow at me in question.

"Never stop ?"

His face quickly grows serious and loses all signs of the playfulness that just showed itself. " Please, baby, never stop loving me. Exactly like this. "

"Never fucking ever," I respond as I lay across his chest and embrace the sound of his heartbeat.

THE END.