Heart Thief - The Sinister Fairy Tales

“I fucking love you,” she calls out, making both Colt and I chuckle.

“It doesn’t count when I’m inside you,” I remind her.

“It does if you’re in my ass,” she retorts, leaning forward, then pushing back.

“Fuck!” Colt calls out.

She gets lost to the sensation, grinding herself over us both, getting a rhythm she’s comfortable with and driving us utterly insane with pleasure.

Her breath hitches as her orgasms hits, her body squirming, a purring groan escaping her lips on a gasp, her pussy and ass clenching, demanding our hot seed pour inside her, draining us dry.

We collapse in a heap of sweaty limbs and sated smiles.

“I love you,” she murmurs, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

Her words fill me with profound pride and contentment.

“I love you too.” I lean over and kiss her lips, the shallow dip between her tits, and the small bump of her stomach.

This is love.

Epilogue Three

Colt

The heavy scent of sex potent in the air, we lay together, laughing and talking about everything and nothing.

“Who’s going to feed me?” Mona asks, her voice dreamy.

“No way you’re ready for more.” I chuckle, palming her pussy, feeling the mess we left there.

“I need real food.” She slaps my arm, giggling.

“I’ll order pizza.” Cash gets up, slipping his jeans back on.

“Can I have the jar of Nutella while I wait?” she pouts, and like a fucking sucker, he runs off to cater to our hungry pregnant mama bear.

“You thought about names?” I ask, stroking my hand over her tiny bump.

“I have, but it scares me.”

I lean up on an elbow so I can look down and see into her eyes. “Why?”

“Because I want to name her Clara, but what if it saddens me when I call her name?”

“Baby, Clara is a beautiful name and was a beautiful soul. You’re honoring your sister using her name. It will bring you joy, not sadness.”

She rubs at her chest over her heart. “I feel like my heart still bears the scars of losing her.”

“Hearts are fragile things. Like glass, once broken, they are forever changed. Your heart isn’t scarred, baby, it’s full of the memories. She lives there. One day, it will stop hurting and you’ll feel peace when you think of her.” I take her in my arms.

“I have a flawed heart?” she queries, making me smile.

“All diamonds have flaws, baby. Even flawed, your heart is perfect to me, little islander.”

“I hope you feel the same way about other parts of me—especially once I push a baby out.”

A loud crack of laughter booms through the room from my chest.

I burrow my head into the nook of her neck. She’s adorable.

“I love every inch of you now and forever, no matter what happens, no matter how many tiger stripes by carrying our children you gain or wrinkle lines from age. I’ll love every new mark, every new smudge, and imperfection, because you make them perfect. I’ll worship you from this day, the millionth after it, and then forever into the afterlife.”

“So, you love me, huh?” She grins.

“Damn straight I love you. I think I’ve loved you since the second you washed up on my shore.”

“You stole the air from my lungs that day.” She traces a line down my nose with her finger, then over my lips. “Then filled them with life.”

I take her lips with my own, cherishing every word from her lips.

“You stole my heart like a thief in the night, and you’ve been stealing it every day since.”

The End.