Heart of Fury - Stone and Fire # 2 [17+]

Epilogue

AHHH IM SO SORRY THIS IS LIKE BEYOND DELAYED. BUT PLEASEE ENJOYY.

also wanna hear a joke

why does santa claus have such a big sack

cuz he only comes once a year

One Year Later

Aurora's POV

A beach in the middle of California.

That's where I first kissed him, and that's where I wound up once more.

The sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore. A salty and tropical scent, combined with the taste of cherry liquor still lingering from the handful of shots that now coated my insides with laziness. A white sheen cast over the private beach villa, nestled among swaying palm trees and a caressed by a gentle wind. The pink night-dress I'd slept in after crashing into bed after our flight here fluttered in the wind, cooling me off and keeping me dignified. Which, according to Mikhail, was "unnecessary".

I lay on a beach chair with my eyes closed, and Mikhail's eyes grazed my form, like it had been for the past hour.

I opened my eyes and stared at him, unamused.

"Haul your eye-fucking back inside before I decide to stay here until the sun sets."

He sat up on his own chair, eyes dropping down to my cleavage before he licked his lips. Something in me fluttered, but I shut my eyes again and faced the sun. He waited five years. What was a few hours more?

"I haven't touched you once since we got here." Frustrated dragged through his words.

I rolled my eyes. "And you won't until I'm done."

I heard him groan. "My fault. I underestimated your obsession with a goddamn celestial body."

Was it my fault the sun gave me more happiness than anything else?

I splayed out a hand. "Shot."

I waited the few seconds, but after what seemed to be far too long to pour a sip of vodka, I felt two strong hands slip under and pick me up, tossing me over a shoulder.

"Okay, what the fuck? I need my tan-"

"Don't care. Your fault for sleeping through the flight when we could've been doing so much more."

"Um, excuse me for not wanting to join the mile high club." Even though there was a bed and room decked with all the sorts of luxury we'd need- the whole aspect of screaming out his name for the pilot to hear made no sense. I'd rather the plane dip and drown us all into Lake Erie.

My eyes coasted through golden sand for a few seconds, and when I realized there was no hope, I gave up and let myself flop as he carried me up the quartz steps and into the villa. The cool rush of air conditioning hit me, and then the same sleek floors I'd ooh-ed and ahh-ed at upon our entrance appeared. He put me down, and I pushed on his bare chest. His bare, smooth, and very attractive chest. God, what was wrong with me? It was like my thirst for him was increasing tenfold after being put in a secluded place, all alone.

Which also meant the look in his eyes wasn't for nothing. I lost my footing for a second as his fiery stare silently tore off my clothes and showed me a preview of what exactly what he was gonna do to me. It carried haste, need, and comfort all in once. Something that made my legs go watery and my heart a ticking bomb.

"Upstairs," I whispered.

He held my hand the whole way there.

The smell of him and the ocean greeted us as the bedroom door opened, and after catching his back muscles flex, I made the unanimous decision to try something I'd never done before.