🔥 The Anniversary 🔥

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✨ BONUS SCENE: The Anniversary ✨

A Vital Signs Exclusive
This scene takes place one year after the epilogue.

ELENA

One year.

One year since Casey had walked out of my apartment and I’d thought I’d lost her forever. One year since I’d almost let fear destroy the only thing that had ever really mattered. One year since I’d finally learned to stop running and start fighting for what I wanted.

And what I wanted was currently standing in the middle of our bedroom in nothing but a silk robe, looking at me like I was the entire universe.

“You’re staring,” Casey said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“I’m admiring.” I crossed the room slowly, deliberately, letting her anticipation build. “There’s a difference.”

“Is there?”

“Staring is passive.” I stopped in front of her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Admiring is active. It implies intent.”

“And what exactly do you intend, Dr. Vance?”

I reached for the tie of her robe, letting my fingers brush the silk without pulling. “I intend to spend the next several hours reminding you exactly why you put up with me.”

“Several hours?” Her breath hitched. “That’s ambitious.”

“I’m an overachiever. You knew that when you married me.” I pulled the tie loose and let the robe fall open, revealing nothing underneath but warm, golden skin. “Happy anniversary, Casey.”

“Happy anniversary—” The word dissolved into a gasp as I pushed the robe off her shoulders and dropped to my knees.

CASEY

There was something about Elena on her knees that still short-circuited my brain.

Even now—after a year of marriage, two years of being together, countless nights spent learning every inch of each other’s bodies—the sight of her looking up at me with those storm-gray eyes made my knees weak.

“Hold onto the bedpost,” she ordered, her voice carrying that clinical precision that somehow made everything more intense. “You’re going to need the support.”

I obeyed. I always obeyed when she used that voice.

She started at my ankles. Soft kisses up my calf, the scrape of teeth against my inner knee, the hot press of her mouth on my thigh. She took her time, mapping territory she knew by heart, building anticipation with every touch that wasn’t quite where I needed it.

“Elena.” My voice came out ragged. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“You know what.”

“I want to hear you say it.” She pressed a kiss to the crease where my thigh met my hip, so close and yet not close enough. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need your mouth on me. I need—” I gasped as her tongue traced the edge of where I was desperate for her. “I need you to stop teasing.”

“But I enjoy teasing you.” She looked up at me, her eyes dark with intent. “I enjoy watching you fall apart. Watching you try to be patient when we both know patience isn’t your strong suit.”

“Elena—”

She finally gave me what I wanted.

Her mouth was devastating. Hot and sure, knowing exactly the rhythm that made me climb, the pressure that made me shake, the specific movements that turned my brain to static. She’d spent two years memorizing what made me fall apart, and she used every piece of that knowledge now with merciless precision.

I gripped the bedpost hard enough to leave marks. My hips bucked against her, seeking more, and she held me in place with hands that were impossibly strong.

“Good girl,” she murmured against me, and those two words sent lightning through my entire body. “Let me hear you.”

I stopped trying to be quiet.

The sounds that came out of me were obscene—moans and whimpers and desperate pleas that I’d long since stopped being embarrassed about. Elena had broken down every wall I’d ever built, had shown me that surrender wasn’t weakness, that letting go with someone you trusted was the bravest thing you could do.

I was close. So close. The tension was building at the base of my spine, my thighs trembling, my entire body wound tight as a spring about to snap—

She pulled back.

“No.” The word came out half sob, half protest. “Elena, don’t stop—”

“I told you.” She pressed a kiss to my hip, looking up at me with a smile that was pure wickedness. “Several hours. I’m going to take my time with you.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Both things can be true.”

She laughed—that low, satisfied sound that only came out in bed—and stood in one fluid motion. Before I could protest, she was kissing me, her mouth tasting like me, her hands sliding into my hair.

“On the bed,” she said against my lips. “Face down.”

I went.

ELENA

She was beautiful like this. Spread across our sheets, trembling with want, trusting me completely with her pleasure. The sight of her—flushed and needy, still worked up from being edged—made something possessive curl in my chest.

Mine.

I reached into the nightstand for the toy we’d bought together last month—a vibrator with patterns we were still exploring. Casey’s breath caught when she heard me turn it on, the low hum filling the room.

“Color?” I asked.

“Green. So green. Please—”

I touched the vibrator to her clit and watched her entire body arch.

“That’s it.” I set a slow pattern, building her up again. “That’s my good girl.”

She moaned into the pillow, her hips grinding against the mattress, seeking friction I controlled completely. I brought her to the edge again—watched her muscles tense, listened to her breathing change—and backed off just before she could fall.

“Elena.” Her voice was wrecked. “Please. I can’t—”

“You can. You will.” I leaned down, pressing kisses along her spine. “Because I asked you to. Because you want to be good for me.”

“I do.” She was crying now—not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of sensation. “I want to be good. Please let me be good.”

“You are.” I kissed her shoulder, her neck, the soft spot behind her ear. “You’re perfect. You’re everything. And when you come for me—” I increased the vibration, pressed harder. “—it’s going to be so beautiful. You’re going to let go completely, and I’m going to be right here to catch you.”

I brought her to the edge a third time. A fourth. Each time, her pleas got more desperate, her body more responsive, until she was nothing but sensation and surrender.

On the fifth time, I didn’t pull back.

“Come for me,” I commanded. “Now.”

Casey shattered.

The orgasm ripped through her with enough force to make her scream—really scream, loud enough that I was briefly grateful we didn’t share walls with anyone. Her whole body convulsed, clenching around nothing, back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

I kept the vibrator on her through all of it, drawing out every last aftershock, until she was shaking and sobbing and pushing weakly at my hand.

“Too much—” she gasped. “Elena, it’s too—”

I turned off the vibrator and gathered her into my arms.

“I’ve got you.” I held her close, stroking her hair, pressing kisses to her damp forehead. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

She curled into me, boneless and spent, still trembling with little aftershocks. I pulled the blanket over us and held her while she came back to herself, whispering words of praise and love and gratitude.

“That was—” She finally lifted her head, her eyes glassy. “I don’t have words for what that was.”

“You don’t need words.” I kissed her softly. “You just need to stay right here with me.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.” I meant it more than I’d ever meant anything. “If you’ll have me.”

She smiled—that brilliant, sunshine smile that had been the first thing I’d noticed about her all those years ago in the ER. “I already said yes. Remember? The whole ’til death do us part’ thing?”

“I remember.” I traced the wedding band on her finger. “I just like hearing you confirm it.”

“Elena Vance.” She kissed me slow and deep. “I will choose you every day for the rest of my life. Even when you edge me until I cry.”

“Especially then.”

“Sadist.”

“Your sadist.” I pulled her closer. “Forever.”

We lay there in the aftermath, tangled together, hearts beating in sync. Outside, the city hummed with life. Inside, there was only us. Only this.

One year since I’d almost lost everything.

One year since I’d learned to fight.

One year of choosing her, every single day.

And forever stretching out ahead of us, full of possibility.

“Hey, Elena?” Casey’s voice was sleepy, content.

“Yeah?”

“Happy anniversary.”

I smiled against her hair.

“Happy anniversary, my love.”

~ THE END ~

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