Page 47 of Finding Love

By the time she practically collapses against the mattress, flushed, glowing, and moaning hoarsely, I am painfully hard and aching to be free. “I need inside this pussy,” I mutter as I kick off my shoes and shove my pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles. I’m dripping, so ready to sink in deep and let her consume me.

And when I do, when our bodies are locked together, and she wraps her arms and legs around me to draw me deeper, I know I’m home, where I belong and the only place I want to be. “I love you,” I manage to whisper, kissing her before I begin to move before she begins to move with me.

Fuck, she’s so tight. Made for me. And when I ride her hard, when I drive her into the mattress with every deep stroke, she takes it and begs me for more. “Yes… harder,” she hollers, her nails running across my shoulders and making me hiss with pain that softens into pleasure, making my cock surge and my hips pump faster, driving harder the way she wants it.

“You feel so good,” I groan out, closing my eyes, focused on the sensation of her pussy gripping me tighter, on the sloppy sound of her juices when our bodies crash together. Faster, harder, rutting like an animal until she arches against me and screams my name. Another few pumps, and I let go, pouring myself into her, giving myself over to what she does to me. I can’t control it. I never could.

Not that I want to.

“I love you… fiancé,” she whispers before giggling breathlessly. I push myself up on my forearms to find her grinning from ear to ear. “That sounds good, doesn’t it?”

“Not quite as good as husband,” I reply, rolling onto my back to smile up at the ceiling while she curls up next to me. “But I like the sound of it.”

20

EMILIA

“You’re sure this is okay?” Stepping back from the mirror, I run my hands over the front of the black sheath dress Giulia insisted I buy for tonight when we went shopping earlier. Sure, we had no fewer than three armed men shadowing us the entire time, but I wanted something special.

Luca steps up behind me, his hands on my hips, his lips grazing my neck before meeting my gaze in the glass. “You look incredible. You’re stunning. Anyone would be happy to have you as their daughter-in-law.”

He kisses my neck again before chuckling against my skin, and his hot breath somehow makes me shiver. “I can’t say the same about your parents and me.”

“They’re going to come around.” Reaching behind me, I cup the back of his neck, then turn my face toward his for a kiss. I still see the concern etched in the lines between his eyebrows. “Neither of them dropped dead when we called to tell them about the engagement, right? And they did agree to come here for dinner tonight. That’s a big deal.” So big. Huge. Terrifying.

The lines smooth out. “You’re right. I hate to think of anything putting a shadow over this, is all.”

“I love you for that.” I love him for so many things, but that is definitely one of them. “There are no fairy tales. Nothing is ever totally perfect.”

“Except for you,” he insists, kissing the tip of my nose.

“You never miss an opportunity, do you?” I ask with a smile.

“Not if I can help it.” His hands tighten with urgency, and he pulls me close, grinding against me a little and releases a low growl. “Speaking of opportunities…”

“Don’t even think about messing up my makeup,” I warn, and I’m not really kidding. I want to look perfect tonight. It doesn’t help that I’m a little more anxious about my parents than I want him to know. If just one hair of my wig is out of place—I don’t think they could handle seeing me without it—they’ll immediately assume something is wrong. I know how their imaginations can run wild, especially Mom’s. I won’t give them the opportunity to get the wrong idea.

“You expect me to spend all night wanting you but keeping my hands off you?” he questions, staring at my mouth while he grinds against my ass. “When you look like a goddess?”

“You’re just going to have to wait.” After giving him a light, teasing little kiss, I add, “Anticipation makes it better, right?”

“So does bending you over this dresser and fucking the shit out of you here right now.” He doesn’t, though, stepping back and straightening out the front of his slacks before adjusting his tie and his cuffs. “I got a text from Guilia. Your mom and dad got here a few minutes ago.”

“And you only told me now?” I squeal.

Suddenly, my stomach is churning, my hands are shaking, and I wish I had more time before we had to do this. I’m glad to see Mom and Dad, but I’m not looking forward to watching my parents silently judge everything and everyone around them.

Keeping the two halves of my family separate won’t work forever. They’re going to be spending time together eventually, so we might as well get them used to it now. Because at the end of the day, nothing is going to change the fact that Luca and I are meant to be. God knows we’ve been through enough, but we keep fighting our way out of it together.

One thing is for sure. I’m not going to leave them up there without me for long. “I guess we’d better get moving,” I announce in a shaky voice.

Luca takes my left hand, where I feel the pressure of my ring. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, much more beautiful than anything I ever dreamed of owning. Isabella almost wept with joy when we came back from the Hamptons, and she saw it on my finger. I wish I could say the same for my own mother, but I’m afraid the best I can hope for as we leave the house and make the short walk up to the mansion is for her to be on her best behavior.

As it turns out, I had nothing to worry about. The champagne has already been popped, and my parents are holding flutes, deep in conversation with Mr. and Mrs. Santoro when we enter the dining room. The table is set spectacularly with china, sparkling crystal, flowers, and candles. Something I didn’t expect are the wrapped gifts stacked on the credenza and several bottles of champagne waiting on ice along with wine Rocco specially chose from the cellar in the basement. It’s an intimate engagement party, but no less stunning.

“The happy couple!” Isabella chirps when she spots us. “We were showing your parents around.” Well, she sounds happy. I hope that means nobody has insulted her yet.

“Look at you.” Mom’s eyes shine with tears as she approaches, arms spread wide. “Glowing. You look radiant.”

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