Page 99 of Bound in Promise
“How?”
Dante ignores my question, cupping my face between his hands and forcing me to look him in the eye. “I love you, princess. I’m stoked that you’re pregnant.”
“Stoked, huh?”
“Do I need to show you?”
Biting down on my lower lip, I eagerly bob my head. Dante scoops me off the kitchen counter and I wrap my legs around his waist while he carries me to our bedroom. I happily lose myself in the memories of how far Dante and I have come. From sheltered student and brooding professor to an arranged marriage between a black knight and a runaway princess.
Neither of us could have ever guessed we’d end up here, living the most extraordinary life.
Dante, with his strong presence and unwavering determination, has been my rock. He not only saved me from the twisted plans my mother and his nephew cooked up, he’s protected me from the violence of his family’s past. I have always felt safe in his arms. His love has been my anchor, and no one has ever made me feel as valued, as seen, as he has.
His commitment and his sacrifices, his belief in my ability to accomplish anything, has turned our messy story into a beautiful masterpiece.
Dante put his whole life on pause to give me a chance at my own dreams, and now he’s given me an even greater gift—the promise of a family filled with the love I never had.
Each day we spend together only deepens our bond, building upon the foundation of the commitments we made when we had no other choice. But we’ve found our way to choosing each other. I'm blessed to have a husband who not only knows how to make me scream with pleasure, but has become my unwavering confidant, my partner, and now, the father of our child.
Soon, our home will echo with the laughter of our child. A child that will see the love between their parents and know they too are loved absolutely.
I would do anything for the man that has given me everything.
No questions asked.
Our eyes meet, and there's a shared understanding that transcends the need for words. We've just begun the rest of our lives in Paris, an adventure that fills my heart to bursting.
He smiles, happiness dancing in his eyes.
He’s my husband.
The love of my life.
Dante Moretti.
EPILOGUE
DANTE
Four years later…
I lie in bed next to Victoria, our two children sleeping soundly in their rooms. I find myself in a reflective mood, thanking the universe for giving me the family that has become the reason I draw breath each morning. Five years ago I never would have imagined I’d find this level of bone-deep contentment in a cozy little home outside the City of Lights.
My wife moans in my ear as I lick at the curve of her neck. My hard cock is still inside her tight pussy, and I growl softly when I feel her fingers tighten in my hair.
I can’t believe we’re here.
Enzo, our firstborn, is a holy terror who more than lives up to his namesake. I see more of myself and my best friend in him than his mother, and it scares the shit out of me. If he continues down this path, I know exactly what his teen years will be like for his mother and I. But I’m eager to see the man he’ll become, proud and intrigued by this willful determination. I already know he’ll be a fierce protector of his little sister as the two grow up.
His name was Victoria's idea, a cheeky nod to the past and the man who came to our rescue when we needed the assist. Adult Enzo hates it, and I can’t help but be amused by his discomfort with his mini-me. He’s continued to demand that we choose another name, even after three years, but he’s shit out of luck.
It’s not going to happen.
Little Enzo may not yet appreciate the homage to the man who saved his parents, but he already has a bad case of hero-worship for his Uncle ’Zo.
I’ll tell my son the whole story when he’s a bit older.
After Enzo was born, I was adamant I wanted a girl. I admit, the arrival of our sweet daughter melted my heart in ways I never knew possible. Aria is a vision of innocence, a tiny angel that has already changed the fabric of our family.
