Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 23: Chapter 23

EPILOGUE ONE SOFIA
One month. It all started with a deal for one month of my time, but there I was, six months later, lying half across my sexy husband’s—yes, we tied the knot—body.
I traced the lines of the tattoo he’d gotten above his heart, a gothic rose with our names entwined in an infinity symbol in the same style as his other tattoos. It was so fucking sexy, I practically drooled when he’d come home with it.
Stroking my hand across his massive chest, I grinned at the enormous sapphire ring that glittered under the moonlight filtering in from the windows. It was perfect and stunning, but I would have loved anything he placed on my finger to claim me as his.
We lived in the mansion on the Long Island Sound, which was an absolutely wonderful place to write. I’d decided against traditional publishing and had now released my second novel in a romance series set amongst New York City’s fictional elite. It was going well, and I loved what I was doing.
As for Adrik, he’d been working hard as usual. But he left Volkov Towers to his brother and the team of well-trained staff they had working for them. Being a billionaire came with perks, and being able to work from home was one of them.
“Your thoughts are loud, Zaika moya. Want to share?”
I smiled against his chest and kissed his flat nipple, sliding over him until both my legs opened, pressing my core against his stomach. He groaned and reached down with his large hands to cup my ass.
“I was just thinking how this all started with a one month agreement,” I said, lowering my face so I could nuzzle his lips.
“Mmm, that first night at the party when I saw you bathed in silver moonlight like a goddess come to life, I knew you were meant for me,” he growled against my mouth.
“Then why did you ask me for just a month?”
“Because in all my wildest dreams, Zaika, I could not imagine ever deserving a woman like you in my life permanently.”
“Adrik,” I moaned, my sex dripping now with want as he massaged my back, my hips, and my ass.
“But now that I have you,” he growled, licking a trail from my neck to my breasts as he switched our positions, putting me on the bottom. “I will never let you go. You are mine. Say it,” he commanded.
My entire body heated with desire for him, and I tugged on his hair, pushing him down where I wanted him the most. Adrik chuckled, his chest reverberating with the sound as he kissed and licked my belly, my thighs, and my mons.
“Please,” I begged, needing him to just lick me already.
“Say it, Zaika, or this is all you get,” he grunted, spreading my folds, and placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
“I’m yours,” I moaned, arching my back.
“Again.”
“Yours! I’m yours,” I said louder.
“Whose?”
“Oh, God, I belong to you, my Dark Wolf. I am yours,” I said, leaning up on my elbows.
His eyes glittered like obsidian, and I knew how much he liked it when I claimed to belong to him, my Dark Wolf, out loud and with all the pride I felt. Adrik made that deep, growling noise I loved, the one that said he was pleased and so fucking hungry for me. Then he opened his mouth and closed it over my clit, and I couldn’t think anymore. I could only feel.
“You are so perfect, Zaika moya. So fucking sweet. So hot and wet for me.”
“Always you. Only you,” I said and dug my fingers into his hair as he pushed his tongue inside my clenching sex. “I love you, Adrik! I love you so much,” I yelled as lights started dancing behind my eyes, my orgasm so close I could taste it.
“I love you, Zaika,” he growled, crawling up my body and slamming his cock all the way inside me with one hard thrust. “I. Love. You. Love you so much. Only you. Always you. My Zaika. My moonlight goddess. My wild obsession.”
It was the first time he said those exact words to me. Yes, we’d made our vows to one another, got married with both our families surrounding us, but that was the first time he had ever strung those three words together. Once he started, it was like a dam had broken, and he couldn’t stop.
“Love you. Love you. Love, love, love!” Adrik roared as he pushed us both over the edge, coming so hard, I thought we broke the bed.
He kissed me again, demanding more, and I gave it to him. Willingly. Willfully. For as long as he wanted me.
He asked me to stay, and the truth was, I never left. Not all of me, anyway. Adrik Volkov was in my soul. He owned my heart, and I never wanted to be without him.
EPILOGUE TWO
ADRIK
I never thought I could ever be so happy, so content. But when I had my Zaika by my side, wearing my ring, I knew I had found the one thing a man like me never expected to find.
Peace.
Sofia was my obsession, but she was also the only one who could quiet the beast, tame the wolf that lived inside me. During my lifetime, I had made enemies. I had burned bridges. Destroyed dynasties. And forged my empire in blood, guts, and sweat. I had earned my nickname. And I was grateful now that it struck fear in so many.
Because also, for the first time in my life, I had something worth dying for. Zaika moya was everything to me and I pitied the man or woman who tried to take her from my side.
“Adrik? Are you ready?” she asked, and I looked up to see her smiling, her hands resting on her swollen abdomen.
One year into our new life together and my moonlight goddess gifted me with another present. She smiled at me, growing my child under her heart, and my entire body trembled with the force of my love for this one woman. She’d given me everything, and in return I would do anything for her to make her happy, keep her safe. Anything.
“Always, Zaika. I am always ready for you.”
Her velvet eyes heated with passion as she reached up on tiptoe to kiss my lips. It was Christmas time, and we were on our way to Nonna’s house. Life was a little complicated, melding my world and hers, but together, we did it. Our love was just that badass.
“Do you want your gift early?” she asked, biting her lip.
I held her hand and led the way to the car that was parked outside, waiting for us. Josef opened the door, and I helped Sofia get inside, making sure I buckled her belt before I moved in beside her.
“What gift?” I asked when I finally sat down, and her smile widened as she handed me a slip of paper with a large dark circle on it and a tiny glowing shape I could almost make out as a tiny human.
“What is this?”
“That’s your daughter,” she said, tears in her eyes as she gave me the greatest gift of all.
A sound escaped my lips, part groan, part sob, part cheer. Then I turned to her, wrapping my arms around her and I vowed to her again to always be there, to protect, to love, to worship.
“I love you, Zaika moya.”
“I love you too, Adrik. Only you.”
And I knew then there was no getting rid of this obsession. It was only getting bigger from here on out.
The end.