“Don’t be. You came back.”

“I had to. You’re my heart and soul.” His lips touched my cheek. “I’m not lost anymore, Em. You found me, and I’m never letting go.”

Happiness bubbled and flowed between us, my heart molding itself back together and swelling with a sense of peace. Life was good. No, life was finally beginning. Threading my fingers through his silky hair, I leaned back and met his smiling eyes.

“Welcome home, Lucian.”

EPILOGUE

Lucian

“Hold still.”

Emma squirmed again, her lush lips curving in a smile as she gazed up at me coyly. “But it tickles.”

My dick pulsed, sheer lust twisting my insides up in knots. But I kept my hands steady. “Almost there.”

I piped another series of rosettes along the curve of her breast, heading for the pretty little pouting nipple, now deep pink and stiff. Her breath hitched, and I gave her a wicked smile. “Be good, or I won’t lick it off.”

“Liar. You can’t wait.” She was laid out on my bed, wearing nothing but the lemon-buttercream flowers and swirls I’d decorated her lovely body with.

“Guilty as charged.” My mouth actually watered with the need to taste her, mix her flavors with my cream. Fuck up into the tight, silky-hot clasp of her body, where it felt like both home and the best pleasure I’d ever had in my life.

My hand shook a little as I circled her perky nipple, choosing to highlight rather than cover it. Emma bit her bottom lip, her lids lowering as she subtly arched into the tip of the pastry bag. Heat rippled through me, and I tossed the buttercream aside.

“Now, where to start?” I wanted it all at once. Every delectable inch of her. Always. All the time.

Impatient and aching, I stroked my shaft, keeping the hold light lest I blow now. Because nothing looked more delicious than Emma Maron spread out before me, smiling in that way that said she was all mine.

Happiness warred with lust, making for a heady cocktail in my veins. I had Emma right where I wanted her—with me. Everything else took a back seat to her and the way she watched me palm my dick, all greedy need and anticipation. It fueled my own.

“Lucian . . .”

“Yes, honeybee.”

Her gaze narrowed. “I’m going to move.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Then you better come and eat me up.”

I growled low in my throat and bent over her. The tip of my tongue touched down on her knee. Her creamy skin prickled as I slowly licked a path along her thigh.

She whimpered so sweetly.

I found her belly button and sucked.

“Shit,” she said with a hiss of pleasure, her skin flushing rose. I grinned up the length of her body, then kissed her belly before tracing the fleur-de-lis on her hip. “Lucian . . .”

“Yes?” I nipped her waist.

She wiggled. “You know what.”

Her dark tone had me chuckling. Her luscious cunny, all swollen and wet, waited half-hidden by the elaborate rose I’d piped just above it. I knew she wanted me there. She’d have to wait.

“I’m going to get you for this,” she promised just above a rasp.

“I’m counting on it. Now hush, and let me do this, woman.”

Her answering growl had me smiling again. I crawled over her body, holding myself over her on my hands and knees. She panted lightly, glaring up at me. But there was only impatient heat in those pretty eyes.

“Hello,” I said, suppressing another chuckle.

“Asshole.”

“Now there’s a place I didn’t cover. Maybe I should.”

“Maybe you should—oh!” She gasped and bucked as I leaned down and lapped at her breast, flicking her nipple. God, she tasted good, sweet woman and creamy lemon. I sucked her deep into my mouth, loving the way she groaned and writhed.

Not letting go, I pulled back, tugging at her breast until her nipple freed with a decadent pop. Then moved on to her other breast, taking my time, nuzzling and licking until my lips were covered in cream, and she begged and whimpered for more.

A dollop of lemony confection slid down the plump curve of her pretty tit, and I chased it with my tongue, slurping it up, licking her nipple once more because I could. And then I did it again.

Her arm wound around my neck, urging me farther down. “Get messy with me, Lucian.”

She was beautiful, flushed and fevered with her need.

“Yes, ma’am.” I eased over her, my dick finding her waiting sex, and pushed into that perfect spot. We both groaned, our bodies sliding on slick buttercream. My mouth found hers, and she devoured me, her thighs clasping my hips, body working with mine.

I thrust deep and steady, reveling in the feel of her. It felt so good my body flared hot and cold and hot again. “I fucking love fucking you.”

But that wasn’t the only truth. I loved her.

I loved her so much I ached with it.