Page 30 of A Dark Infinity

On a strangled laugh, I ask, “So you’re not going to clip my wings?”

Ethan scoops me up into his arms, and my legs immediately wrap around him. “Not as long as you know who you belong to.”

My heart is almost leaping out of my chest with happiness and excitement. The dark promise of a different world is intriguing, and… I think I want it. Fuck. There’s no doubt. With Ethan at my side, I’d walk into Hell itself.

I wind my fingers into his hair, pulling at the strands. “You,” I say. “But not because you said it, or wanted it. It’s because I chose this path for myself.” He crashes his lips to mine, and our mouths move in perfect tandem. Our kiss is bruising, hard, and so fucking perfect. Pulling back, I look into his eyes, needing him to know I’m serious as I say this next part. “And you’re mine, Ethan. I don’t fucking share. If Nikolaos or anyone else from your family have a problem with that, we have a problem.”

This new side of me feels surreal, and I’m not sure where it comes from. It’s like I’ve shed my old plumage and taken on a new one, a better one. All because I fell in love with my stalker.

Epilogue

Ethan

One year later.

As I stroll along the sun-drenched streets of Santorini with my Little Bird by my side, I can’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. It’s only been three days since we said our vows, but it feels like a lifetime of happiness already.

“Can you believe it’s already been three days since we got married?” she says, reading my thoughts perfectly. I turn to look at her with a smile as we walk hand in hand.

“I can’t believe you said no for almost an entire year,” I grumble. “We could be celebrating our one year anniversary right now if you weren’t so stubborn.”

Laughing, she tilts her head to the side. “Are you complaining about all the times we lived in sin?”

I chuckle. “Absolutely fucking not. In fact, I might miss that.”

She arches an eyebrow. “Tired of married life so quickly, Mr. Drake?”

I pretend to think about it for a minute. “It has its upsides. Like the thing you did to me last night, and the one you let me do this morning.” I playfully waggle my eyebrows.

Together, we walk over to one of the small cafes. After finding an undisturbed and secluded table in the shade, we order some drinks. While we wait for our order, I think back to our wedding day.

In my memory, I can still picture Lark’s wedding dress. It was a stunning sight, simple but elegant. The ivory satin hugged her figure perfectly, with delicate lace accents adding a touch of sophistication. The neckline framed her face beautifully, and as she walked toward me, the train billowed behind her, adding a sense of grandeur to the occasion. It was a moment I’ll never forget, seeing her radiant smile as she became my wife.

We were married by Nikolaos, his way of giving us his blessing and officially welcoming Lark into the Drákon family. It was a moment I’ll never forget, a symbol of our commitment to each other and to the family.

My trip down memory lane is interrupted when I feel my wife’s hands on my thighs. I look over at her chair, but it’s empty. I smirk as I realize what’s going on. My Little Bird wants to play.

Lark

While my stalker turned husband looks deep in thought, I slide off my seat and crawl under the small table and kneel between his legs. As I rest my hands on his thighs, I feel the moment he’s aware of what I’m doing.

“May I suck your cock, Mr. Drake?” I ask coyly.

“You may, Mrs. Drake,” he rasps.

He widens his legs, and I move closer as he frees his already hard cock. My mouth is watering at the sight of my husband’s hardness. No matter how many times I see it, I can’t get enough. There’s a tempting, bulging vein running along the shaft, guiding me to the head. Fuck, it’s pretty. And all mine.

Ethan fists his dick, stroking it slowly while I make myself as comfortable as possible. Then I drag my nails up his powerful thighs. He groans softly and his dick twitches in his hand. “Say it,” I mutter, wanting to hear the words.

“Please swallow my cock like a dirty whore,” he rasps. Fuck, I love when he talks like that.

My panties are soaked and I ache for his touch, but this isn’t about me. “Anything for my husband,” I purr as I run my nails over his balls. Then I grasp his shaft, making him exhale heavily. I stroke him, loving the feel of his cock in my hand.

Angling my head, I lick his balls, tickling them with my tongue. He hisses through his teeth. “Little Bird.”

I run my tongue along his shaft until I reach the head. Then I flick my tongue into the slit, moaning as I taste his precum. “Delicious,” I moan.

Tightening my hold on him, I stroke him harder, faster while sucking him into my mouth. I bob my head a few times before pulling away, leaving behind a string of spit that connects my lips to his cock. The sight makes my pussy clench and I can barely hold back my moan.

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