Page 139 of Mila: The Godfather

“Shit.” He grounds out before he throws his head back and growls like a wild animal. I can’t seem to look away from him as he comes along with me.

When our bodies settle, and he all but falls to the side so as not to crush me, I can help but laugh.

“That was fun,” I smile wider. “Let’s do it again.”

“I think you broke my dick, butterfly,” he admits, sounding chagrined. “You had me busting my load like a prepubescent lad.” He laughs. “It’s been a while.”

“A while?” I turn in his arm. “I don’t understand.”

I blush when he places his hands between my legs and runs a thick finger between my labia. I moan, loving the feel of it. Then, to my utter surprise and embarrassment, his fingers leave me, and he puts them in his mouth, licking my wetness from each digit. “It’s simple, baby. My dick had an owner, so it’s been a while.” he winks while he pops another finger into his mouth. “Next time, I want to come inside you. Fill you up with my cum.”

Okay, that’s… I don’t even know how else to describe it other than insanely hot and a bit troublesome.

“I am not on birth control. I could fall pregnant.” I look up at him, worried.

“I see nothing wrong with that.”

“Do you want kids?” I hold my breath. The thought of having kids never crossed my mind. I didn’t want them to face the same difficulties I did, but then I thought about a mini Riagan, and my heart could combust in my chest.

A little brown-haired boy with blue eyes and the sweetest smile.

The thought doesn’t scare me. Not as much as it did before.

What is happening to me?

Love… the little voice in my head whispers. That’s what love does to you.

“I do.”

Thud.

Thud.

“How many?” I ask while holding my breath.

He curls me into him as he says, “As many as you give me, butterfly.”

“What if I say five kids?”

He chuckles, and I smile like I do when I hear his laugh. “You want five kids, baby? I’ll give you as many as you want.”

How does he always know what to say? It’s like he knows me better than I know myself, and it’s scary because he has slowly become not only my favorite human and my treasured obsession, but my heart as well.

“Riagan.”

“Yes, butterfly?” His arms tighten around me.

“Children are forever. They bind us for life.”

Then, with more seriousness than I’d been expecting for a conversation I’d just been teasing him about, he says, “I thought you would have realized by now, Mila. You gave yourself to me, and I don’t plan on ever letting you go. Children or not. This is it, baby. Till death do us part, and even then, I’ll follow you there, too.”

Till death do us part, and even then, I’ll follow you there too.

I felt that in my soul.

His heartfelt words, and the way he was so serious, made me realize that he meant every single word.

I love him.

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