Chapter 8 - Epilogue

                                    

                                          
She took in a deep breath of the fresh forest air, the smell of pine trees filling her nose. The lake house was situated just before the giant mass of water, a small path leading down to it through the woods. It was scenic, peaceful, and the silk robe tied around her waist felt good against her skin. Just moments ago she was frolicking in the cool water with the love of her life, laughing and squealing like kids.
From the sight of them, one would have never assumed an empire of underground activity waited for them back home. They were just like any other couple, swimming and kissing in the calmness of the water. Behind her sounds the sliding door, and her lover appears, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Two strong arms encircle her waist, wet, warm lips press to her pulse point. She sighs, leaning back into the body.
"Hi," she breathes, closing her eyes at the sensation, "good shower?"
"Would have been better with you in it," Draco whispers in her ear, enticing a giggle, "you hungry my angel? I'll get you anything you want." 
She turns in his embrace to be met with the beautiful man she called hers, damp hair in his eyes. Y/N moves it back with her hand, running her fingers through his locks. He hums in contentment. 
"I just want to relax for now," she tells him softly, "that king sized bed is calling me." 
"Mind if I join you?" He asks, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, "I could use a rest too, you know."
He smirks. She knows what he means, and with a delightful smile she kisses him. It's deep, and her fingers are at the nape of his neck. He groans lightly against her mouth, tilting his head to treat himself to more of her delicious taste. His hands wander down her sides, and then snake around to pull the cord of her robe loose. She makes a noise of surprise when his cold hands touch her bare stomach. 
"Draco," she mutters against his lips, and he's grinning, pressing his mouth to her jaw.
"Yeah, baby?" He said, dragging his lips along her skin, "do you need something?" 
She whimpers when his hands travel up to rest on her rib cage.
"Not out here," she mumbles, eyes glazed over with lust and love when he looks back at her. He loves the sight of her like that.
"Like I would do that," he whispers, pressing two fingers under her chin to keep her attention on him, "my baby deserves to get fucked in a nice king sized bed, don't you agree?"
She nods enthusiastically. He can't help but chuckle at how her eyes are fixed on his, her grip on his hair tightening. Draco leans down to kiss her again, slower and softer this time. It's sensual, just the two of them in a huge, open forest. He needed this. He hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. His hands explore the bare body beneath her robe, drinking up the little mewls she makes. 
"I fucking love you," he says when he breaks away, her big eyes creasing at the sides when she smiles. Such happiness in one expression, and Draco thinks he might be the luckiest man in the world. No, he is the luckiest man in the world, and then he remembers the little velvet box in his suit pocket. 
This weekend he's going to wine and dine her, fuck her into that king sized mattress, and praise and savour every inch of her body. He wants her to feel like the Goddess she is, know how much he adores her with every fibre of his being, and when she's all pampered up and blissed out, he's going to ask her to marry him. 
On one knee, in this beautiful, picturesque location. 
"I love you too, Dray," she says, running her fingers across his sharp jawline, "so, so much. Thank for you this, it's truly perfect." 
He takes her hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles.
"You are truly perfect, my darling," he said silkily, "absolutely divine. Let me look show you." 
He's drunk on this woman, guiding her by the hand through the sliding doors to pull her into another searing kiss. He finally removes her robe, pausing to soak in the sight. He places two hands firmly behind her thighs, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his torso, kissing her neck and shoulder as he kicks the bedroom door open, and promptly shuts it behind him. 
Shutting out the world. 
Shutting out the responsibilities.
But keeping in the woman he's going to marry.