The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 358: Epilogue 3

Shikera’s thighs wrapped around his hips, opening herself to him. "You’re so big, and I..."

"And you’re so tight. But you can take me." He stroked her hair from her face, kissing her lips again. "Be a good girl and relax. Let me feel all of you. I need it, and you do too." He covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply as he pushed the rest of the way into her.

She whimpered into their kiss and clutched at his shoulders, keeping her close. Ethan stayed there, buried all the way to the hilt, their mouths locked together, kissing her breath away. After several seconds had passed, she tipped her chin up and nodded. It was all the permission he needed.

But he kept it slow, retreating to the tip and thrusting forward in smooth, careful strokes. "You feel incredible." He nipped at her jaw, licking her to her earlobe and nibbling there too. "Does it feel good to you?"

"More than good." She wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles at his lower back. "Please don’t stop."

"Not an option. I couldn’t stop if I tried." Rolling his hips, giving her steady, deep strokes, he looked down at her breasts to watch them move with her. Rivulets of white streamed down the sides onto his sheets.

Seeing the wet spots turned him on to a degree he wasn’t ready for. Losing control of his rhythm, he slammed into her with enough force to shift her body up the bed.

"Shit, Princess, I’m sorry," he apologized, cupping the top of her head so she wouldn’t hit the headboard. "These peaches did me in."

Laughing gently, Shikera reached above herself to brace herself on the slats of my headboard. "There. I’m ready for you. Go harder. You feel so fucking good," she whispered, making Ethan groaned, "Your filthy mouth makes me crazy."

He slammed into her again, watching her reaction; her eyes fluttering as she let out a low moan. "You can take it, can’t you?"

"I want it. Want you," she breathed.

"You have me, Princess. All of me." He didn’t let his control slip. Next time, when she was used to taking him all over again, he’d take her as hard as he wanted.

For now, he satisfied them both with deep, long strokes. Her inner walls clamped down on his, trying to drag him into her depths and keep him there. She pushed back against him, using her arms as leverage to ride him from below. He loved how easily she let loose of her insecurities once they got going.

She was in the moment with him, feeling instead of overthinking. That didn’t happen often for him—ever since they returned from the hospital—but it was easy to stay in the moment with her. She was here with him, and not going anywhere anytime soon.

Not now. Not forever.

He devoted some more attention to her peaches, laving her puckered, cherry nipples and sipping every drop that streamed out. His length throbbed harder with each taste. If he didn’t stop, he’d lose it before he was ready.

Shikera drew his mouth to hers, and he let the milk on his tongue drip onto hers. She moaned against his lips, their tongues tangling in a messy, desperate kiss.

Her nails dug into his nape and down his back, the sharp pain along his spine adding another layer to the pleasure. He drew back to meet her wild eyes. "I’m going to need to fuck you every day. Need to suck your peaches and eat you out whenever I want. Make you come until you pass out then start all over again. Tell me okay. Tell me you want that too."

"I want that too," she managed to moan.

"Good." Ethan slid his arm between them and found her clit, rolling it under his fingertips. "Now, it’s time for you to come all over my cock so I can fill you up. Are you getting there?"

"I’m so close." She clutched his arm and glided her hand down to his. Her fingers aligned with his, circling her clit with his. "That feels so good. You’re making me come so hard."

"Let me see, Honey. Show me," Ethan probed, in his husky, desire filled voice watching her neck arch as she tossed her head back.

Seeing her come apart at the seams up close and personal was so erotic he nearly went with her. Her moans reverberated through his bones, and the way she held on to his arms as her body set free fed him down to his core.

He fell onto her, riding her hard, thrusting deep. Curling around her, holding her in my arms, he gave her his all. She moaned his name, clenching him tight within her, and there was nothing else.

Only this.

He spilled his pleasure in her, filling her to the brim until she cried out in sync with him, his name in sweet coos. His mouth latched on to her throat, sucking her soft skin until he needed to breathe again.

"Honey." She called and he rolled his forehead along hers. She sighed, combing through my hair.

"Princess," he replied, grinning at her, lightness filling his chest. "I love you."

3 Years Later.

[Princess(⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠)

Me: Remind me again why we have to waste the day here when we could spend it doing much better things at home. It’s our wedding anniversary for heaven’s sake, why do we have to stay with other people all day?

Princess: It’s mom’s birthday, Ethan. You agreed to celebrate our wedding anniversary later at night, didn’t you? Now, stay still and enjoy the day with a wide smile on your face. The slightest scowl will earn you a spot in the girls’ bedroom tonight!

Me: Sorry. That was a joke.]

Ethan released a sigh as he switched off his phone, tucking it into the inner pocket of his dress shirt, while barely acknowledging the chatters right above his head.

"Daddy, me make this!"

"No! Toffee make this! Taffee make that!"

He smiled up at them, "Daddy knows. Sophie and Sapphie made both. And it’s beautiful."

The twins going quiet and directing their attention back to what they had been doing, made him aware of their surroundings once again. The banquet hall was alive with laughter and the soft hum of celebration as Raine’s birthday party unfolded in grand style. Amid the cheer, Ethan sat on a plush cream-colored couch, his dark hair dotted with pink pins and bands, half-twisted into uneven braids. The twins, Sapphire and Sophia, sat on either side of him, giggling as they worked on the masterpiece braid they were making on their father’s head. Despite their questionable hairstyling skills, Ethan’s broad smile radiated pure joy.

Across the hall, Shikera emerged from the house, her radiant presence drawing every gaze. Her silky gown clung gently to her round belly, shimmering under the soft chandelier light. She paused for a moment, her hands resting on her growing bump, and her eyes instantly found Ethan.

He straightened, nudging the two girls gently. "Alright, Sweethearts, Daddy has to go get Mommy." They pouted, but he grinned, planting a kiss on each of their foreheads before weaving through the crowd to reach her.

When he arrived at her side, he slipped an arm around her waist. "You look too stunning for this party. We should just ditch..." he murmured, trailing off when he saw the challenging glare in her eyes. A small smile on his face, he bent slightly and brushed a kiss against her temple.

The evening carried on, laughter spilling from every corner. Raine gave her toast, holding the room’s attention with a grace that belied her years, and the celebration surged forward.

As soon as he confirmed they weren’t needed anymore, Ethan leaned closer to Shikera. "Come with me," he said softly.

She raised an eyebrow. "Where are we going? And do we need to grab the twins?"

He gestured toward the children. Sapphire and Sophia were huddled with a boy who looked a year younger, Brandon, Cyprian and Raymond’s son. Nearby, Cyprian and Esther, now a confident teenager, stood watch, laughing and teasing the trio.

As they watched, Raymond approached Cyprian, slipping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. The easy affection made Shikera smile, but before they could linger, Ethan took her hand and led her toward the stairs.

He guided her up to a private room on the second floor, one he hadn’t entered since his mother’s birthday four years ago when his life had been so different from now. Pushing the door open, they both stopped short at the sight of a couple locked in a passionate embrace.

The man turned, sheepishly grinning. "Sorry for taking your room, Big Brother. We couldn’t wait for the party to end."

"Enoch—" Ethan opened his mouth to retort, but Shikera squeezed his arm, her voice soft and understanding. "Let them have their moment. Work probably takes up most of their time."

Ethan chuckled, his expression softening as he looked at her. "A house husband like me wouldn’t understand."

She laughed, and they backed out, closing the door behind them. As they walked back downstairs, Ethan’s arm wrapped securely around her, and her hands cradled her belly, he glanced down at her. In that moment, with the sounds of their family’s laughter and the warmth of her by his side, he knew: his forever was right here, and it was everything he’d ever dreamed of.