The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 356: Epilogue 1
Two Months Later,
Arms folded angrily across her chest, Shikera glared at the video playing on the TV screen, and in particular, at the handsome man who seemed to be staring straight into her eyes right now. Two weeks had passed since her marriage to Ethan, and yet, the media had broadcasted it so many times that it didn’t feel like they were ready to stop anytime soon.
She had no problem with them broadcasting it, but could someone tell them her husband hadn’t so much as touched her since they got married? Well, maybe he did touch her, even helping her get off several times but still, he didn’t go all the way!
"Fuck it," she cussed beneath her breath, standing from the sofa. "I’ll just go meet him myself."
She headed towards the stairs and passed by his room—now their room—knowing he wouldn’t be there. There were only two places he would be at this time of the night, if he wasn’t in bed with her.
Her long nightgown flowing after her, she pushed open the door to Esther’s room, her eyes softening when she saw the girl asleep in bed.
’One room down,’ she thought, moving on to the next room where she was sure he would be.
She pushed the door open and sure, there he was, laying one of the twins down in her cot. Sapphire; she was the only one who would sleep all day no matter how much Shikera tried to keep her awake, and then stay awake all night no matter how much her mother tried to make her sleep. Except with Ethan.
She would sleep if he so much as rocked her at night, and would stay awake if he so much as stayed in her line of sight during the day. The girl was pretty much in love with her father. And Sophia? She could be said to be the one who had the same character as Ethan, even though it might be too early to judge. She was smitten with her mother, while Sapphire was the total opposite.
"Hey." The moment he saw her, Ethan’s expression softened, and he closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. His hands cupped her face, and he kissed her, slow, deliberate, and full of emotion.
Shikera melted into him, her arms circling his neck as she responded with equal fervor. But just when she thought he might deepen the kiss, he pulled back, lowering his lips to her neck and brushing a tender kiss against her skin, murmuring, "I love you."
Her heart fluttered, and she whispered, "Can’t we take this forward?"
Ethan rested his forehead against hers, his hands slipping to her waist. "Princess, as much as I want to, the babies are just four months old. We should... abstain for a while." He gave her a sheepish smile. "I wouldn’t want a remake of last time. I’d rather die than experience that again."
Shikera rolled her eyes, stepping back slightly. "Ethan, the doctor said my crisis has been averted for the most part. And besides, there’s protection, condoms, birth control, even..."
He cut her off with a low chuckle. "They can’t be trusted." His gaze was serious now. "Do you think I don’t want you? I want you nothing more than to bury myself inside you with how you’re getting more beautiful each day, but I endure the torture of keeping my hands to myself because I’ve read the reviews, Shikera. The best protection is abstaining."
Sighing heavily, Shikera turned toward the door. "I’m going to sleep," she muttered, her voice softer than usual.
Ethan followed her immediately, leaving the door open behind him, concern flashing in his eyes. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone low but urgent.
She paused in the doorway of their room, her hand gripping the frame. Turning to him, she said, "Is it my body? Is it the scar on my belly? Is that what’s putting you off?"
Ethan froze, his expression darkening with shock. "What the fuck, Kera?" Without another word, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into their bedroom, shutting the door behind them. He placed the baby monitor on the nightstand with deliberate care, then turned to her with a blazing intensity.
"Is that what you’ve been thinking? That I was restraining myself from going all the way because... Fuck! By the time tonight ends, you’ll regret ever saying this."
"I want nothing more than that," Shikera whispered.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed.
"Then come over here," he ordered, pushing her onto the bed as he claimed her lips possessively for the second time that night. Though a little bit of aggression was added to the mix this time.
Lips parting, she allowed him entry. Their tongues slid along one another’s, still slow but deep. So deep. Her air became his, and he gave all of his to her.
Ethan’s fingers trailed over the smooth skin of her thighs, pushing her dress up in the back as it travelled while Shikera wiggled closer, pressing herself firmly to his chest, and dug her fingers into his hair. Raking her nails lightly down his nape, she dipped her hands under the collar of his T-shirt, exploring his shoulders and upper back to the extent that he had to stop kissing her so he could concentrate on the feeling of her touching him like this.
"Do you want this off?" he asked, breathless.
Shikera nodded, shifting to tug on his shirt. "Please. I want your skin on mine."
Pushing up on his elbow, Ethan yanked his T-shirt off, Shikera’s palms drawn to his chest like magnets. They slid along his width then down to his abdomen. Her tongue darted out, wetting her upper lip, and it was all he could do not to flip her over and fuck her right there.
This woman...hell! She was killing him, and they’d barely started. He fingered the thin straps of her top. "I can take this off?" It seemed like an ordinary question, but Shikera could sense all the permission he was seeking underneath it.
She was slower to nod, but her voice was filled with confidence.
"Yes. Absolutely."
Flashing her a smile, Ethan gathered the material of the dress, pulling it up carefully, giving her time to change her mind. When she didn’t, he slipped it over her head and tossed it to the side. "I’m going to take care of you, princess," he promised.
