Page 141 of Mila: The Godfather

“Can I share a fact of my own?” I press my ear to his chest, getting comfortable. This is my favorite place to sleep in. His arms with his heartbeat as my own personal lullaby.

He hugs me closer. “Always.”

“You’re the best sex I’ve ever had too.” I say matter of fact.

“Sweetheart, I’m the only sex you’d had and will ever have.” He growls playfully, making me laugh.

I like it when he is jealous.

How do I know he’s feeling jealous?

Well, Riagan has many tells.

First, he gets angry, then possessive, and lastly, very dramatic.

Dramatic, as in threatening his lifelong friends with murder.

And I wouldn’t have him any other way.

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Riagan

I wasn’t kidding when I said she’s the best sex I’ve had.

The faces of wonder she made and her sweet moans were just as hot as the act itself. There’s something about her innocence that drives me wild.

I had to control the burning need that crept in while I was inside of her. The need to take her like an animal and claim her as mine.

And I did claim her.

Butterfly is now mine in every sense of the word.

Fuck, I can still taste her on my lips, all sweet and tangy.

Watching her come was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. She’s so guarded, and I understand why. She can’t undo years of thinking she wasn’t enough in a few weeks, but slowly she has come out of her shell around me, and it’s a beautiful sight.

Just like the caterpillar who turns into a butterfly.

Holding her tightly, I look at her cuddled next to me with her cheek pressed to my chest and her pretty pink mouth slightly opened as she snores.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

I love every side of her.

I’ve seen her with a little bit of makeup, and I’ve seen her with no makeup and no artifice, and I like all the different sides of her. She’s learning to let her guard down with me and with my family. Hell, even my men.

She’s shown me parts of her that no one else has seen.

Her past.

Her fears.

Her insecurities.

So sweet.

So open.

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