I had learned of late that someone who appears wicked on the outside, may actually turn out to possess the kindest soul of all. Flame projected violence and hate, but when he looked upon Maddie, you could see nothing but adoration in his stare.
Only time will tell, I thought to myself.
We ate, the men drank, and by nightfall, we were ready to retire to bed. When everyone had left our yard, Ky scooped me up in his arms and carried me to our marital bed, all the time gazing at me with those beautiful blue, adoring eyes.
When he asked me if I was happy with my new life, I could only reply with the truth. “Ky, my heart… it beats for you. My lungs, they breathe for you. My soul…”
Ky’s eyes filled with emotion as I spoke.
“What, sweet cheeks? Tell me,” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.
“My soul… belongs to you. You saved me, baby. You wanted me for the me inside. Even looking like this, you make me believe I am enough.”
“Fuck, baby,” Ky whispered and, gripping the back of my head, smashed his lips to mine.
After we had dived into a sensual heap, explored each other’s bodies, this time under the sacred blessing of the Lord, I realized Prophet David had been wrong all along.
For he preached that no man could truly love a woman of Eve. And no woman of Eve would ever have the love of a pure soul.
But I, Delilah, a Cursed woman of Eve, had the pure untainted love of Kyler “Ky” Willis, a pure and protective soul, unwavering in his devotion, truly loving me without condition.
And I, Delilah, a Cursed woman of Eve, had found what I had always dreamed of.
I had finally been saved.
I was never meant to fall for him, but the forbidden love I found with The Hades Hangmen VP turned out to be the key to my salvation.
Epilogue
Ky
I stretched my hand out to my wife’s side of the bed, wanting my baby close. All I got was cold sheets under my palm, not the handful of warm tit I was searching for, my hard cock joining me in my disappointment that my old lady had crept outta bed without telling me. Cracking open my eye, the rising sun flooded the cabin with it’s blinding light, making me wince.
I fucking hated the morning.
But my baby loved it.
What the fuck time is it anyway? I thought as I rolled over seeing the clock on wall read five a.m.—sunrise.
Sitting up in bed, I pulled a smoke from my bedside table and swung my legs outta bed, my feet hitting the wooden floor as I stretched out my back.
Slipping on my jeans, I walked from the room into the kitchen and stood at the back door, knowing exactly what I would see through the window.
And there she was, Lilah, sitting on the edge of the garden watching the sunrise come over the hill in the distance. She was dressed, as always, in a long white nightgown, but this one was sleeveless, low necked and thin strapped—an improvement on the one she used to wear. In fact, I’d burned those fuckers, they didn’t have enough access.
Since becoming my wife a couple of weeks ago, she had gradually opened up to me more, about her past, her fears. And she had finally become happy with herself. The scars on her face had freed her of her demons.
She thought herself ugly.
I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Opening the door and stepping out on to the porch, I walked over to Lilah, her head tipped back as she drank in the sun, a whisper of a smile on her lips.
Taking a final drag of my smoke, I threw the cherry to the ground and silently kneeled down, pressing my lips to Lilah’s pursed mouth.
Taking her by surprise, Lilah gasped, her hands landing on my cheeks in shock. Taking advantage of her newly opened mouth, I slipped in my tongue and Lilah immediately groaned as my tongue met hers.
Pulling back, I kissed my way over the face-long scar on her face and eventually pulled back to stare down into her big blue eyes, her black lashes seeming huge as they fluttered against her cheek. Lilah’s face was flushed and she was out of breath, but a huge smile spread on those fucking beautiful fat lips.
“Mornin’, sweet cheeks,” I greeted, flashing her a grin and giving her a wink. I sat down the dewy grass beside my old lady, immediately lying down on my back, placing my head on her lap.
Lilah’s hand lifted and combed back my hair with her fingers as she smiled down at me. “Good morning, baby,” she said quietly, then glanced away, tilted her head and pressed her fingers over her lips telling me to be quiet.
I raised my eyebrows as everything went silent, then birds suddenly began to sing and Lilah closed her eyes, just listening to the noise. A serene expression lit up her face, and her eyes drifted open to look into mine.