He nodded.
“He also sent me a letter when he sent me yours to give to you.”
“Oh? What did yours say?”
He cupped her face between his palms. “He said the natural thing a father would. He wished me the same happiness he found with your mother.”
“And,” she pushed.
Little minx.
“After begging my forgiveness, he asked a favor of me. To take care of the last piece of his heart left on this earth. The real gem of his life.” He turned her to face him. “And in some ways, he made me a believer again.”
“Oh, in what?”
“Happiness. Love.”
“Me too.”
Off in the distance, a whipping sound played at the furthest reaches of his hearing. “Are you ready to go home?”
Lifting her face to his, she leaned in and melded their bodies together as if she couldn’t get enough of him. The feeling was mutual.
“Is it possible to stay here forever? Just you and me?”
“I’ll do you one better, my princess. How about a forever with me and a family that loves you as much as I do?”
She pinned him with a primitive, possessive look that would scare most men. To him it made his cock pulse with renewed desire.
In the midst of loss the least likely person to bring them together had spent his last breath making sure he had a hand in their fate. Pain had once ripped them apart, but now out of loss, love was found again.
“No matter what tomorrow brings, no matter what the future holds, your princess is here to stay.”
Within seconds she had him on his back, his thick cock poised at her entrance. The best kind of trouble he wanted to be balls-deep in.
“I love you,” she whispered and sank down until all of him was inside her.
“God, help me, I love you too, Esmeralda.”
“Forever and a day?”
“That’s a fucking promise to the day I die.”