Page 82 of Stolen By the Enemy

“I don’t know if we can do this…” I whisper to him, my voice cracking with emotion.

As much as I want to accept this ring, I am too scared to say yes.

“We can. Grazia, if we should learn anything from our brainstorming session, it’s that we can actually do whatever we put our minds to. We are a strong team together. Please.” He stands up and holds both of my hands now, staring into my eyes.

I’m sure I see his eyes welling up with tears, but I can’t really tell since mine are pouring the tears out now.

“But what about…” I look around, trying to put all of my fears into one sentence.

“What about what? Your family? My plan? Your rose garden at home? We will figure it all out, my love. I promise you I won’t let you be sad for one single day.”

I only need one more minute to think. His reassurance is all it takes to convince me that we can and will make this work.

“Yes,” I say, softly, then looking up at him.

I repeat the words louder so that I can be sure he’s heard me. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Marco grabs my face and kisses me, on the lips and then the cheeks and all the way down my neck.

I laugh at the energy he puts into it.

He pulls away and grabs my hand, slipping the ring onto my finger and kissing my hand.

I extend my arm to look at the ring. It’s so shiny. More importantly, it fits perfectly, and if I squint at it, it almost looks like it’s always been there.

Marco’s lips come back to mine, and this time, I kiss him back with just as much energy.

We hold onto each other tightly as he sucks on my bottom lip, and I run my hands up his arms, over his shoulders, around his neck, and into his hair.

It gets too hard to keep kissing with such ferociousness while we’re standing, so we both sit down on the cushions that Marco has laid out.

As soon as we’re both sitting, he immediately reaches for my face again, pushing his tongue into my mouth and stroking my leg with his free hand.

I move one of my legs so that his body fits perfectly in the space between them. Still sitting, he moves into the space.

Our hands explore each other’s bodies, over our clothes at first, then I slip my fingers under the hem of his shirt, and he slides his hand down the top of my dress, cupping my breast.

I think about telling Marco that we should go back to the house, but my body is craving him now so badly, that I grab onto his belt buckle instead and pull him closer to me.

He reacts by crawling over me, forcing me onto my back as he hovers over my body.

I start to undo his buckle as he slips off the lacy thong I put on under my dress.

He can tell I’m struggling, so he helps me with his pants and slides them down just enough to release his cock and slide it right into me.

Marco knows me well enough by now, and as I throw my head back he covers my mouth with his hand.

“Shhh,” He whispers into my ear.

I oblige, keeping my moans as soft as I can as he thrusts in and out of me, going slowly, biting my ear as he does.

The sound of the waves and the soft light of the candles in the cabana—and maybe the thought of us having sex out in the open—wakes up all of my senses.

As soon as I feel myself close to cumming, I rock my hips to match Marco’s thrusts, and grip his firm butt cheeks, forcing him slightly deeper into me.

I lift my head and bring it up to Marco’s shoulder, biting down hard as I feel my body shaking from the climax.

Marco speeds up when he can tell I’ve cum, going faster until he groans and cums himself. I giggle.

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