Page 68 of Bound to the Enforcer

I walk toward her, the weight of the last six months hanging heavy on my shoulders, but the moment I reach her, everything else fades. She turns to face me, her eyes meeting mine. There's something in her gaze—a quiet strength, an unspoken bond.

"Sophia," I say softly. "I can't imagine my life without you."

She smiles, the kind of smile that makes everything in the world feel right. "You don't have to," she replies warmly, her eyes flicking to mine with a mixture of relief and love.

"I've been thinking," I begin, my pulse quickening as I take a step closer, "about everything we've been through. And about the life we've built and are still building. But I haven't asked you something that I've wanted to ask."

She tilts her head, a curious glimmer in her eyes. "What is it?"

I take her hands in mine, my heart pounding in my chest. I pull out the box that has been burning a hole in my pocket for months now. I drop down to my knees. Her eyes and mouth widen in shock.

"I love you, Sophia. I've loved you for so long, and I want to spend every moment with you. I don't want to imagine my future without you in it. Will you marry me?"

The words come out faster than I expected, but they're the truth. The fear, the hesitation, everything I held back for so long—it's gone now. All that's left is the desire to hold her close, to build something real, something that's ours.

Sophia's breath hitches. For a moment, she doesn't say anything. She just stands there, staring at me. I can feel the tension in the air, the weight of what I've just asked, and I hold my breath.

Then, she smiles—soft, slow, and filled with everything I've hoped for.

"Yes," she whispers, trembling slightly. "Yes, of course, I'll marry you."

Relief floods through me, and for a second, the world stands still. I reach for her, my hands cupping her face as I kiss her, a kiss that seals everything we've been through, everything we've yet to face.

When we pull away, I smile at her, my heart soaring. "I promise you, Sophia. I will love you for the rest of my life."

She steps into me, her hands resting on my chest. "And I'll love you, Alessio. Always."

I can't help myself. I lean down, scooping her into my arms, the strength in my arms as much for me as it is for her. She laughs softly, her arms wrapping around my neck, and I carry her effortlessly toward the door.

She looks up at me, her smile brighter than I've ever seen it. "Where are we going?" she asks teasingly but filled with that familiar warmth.

"To our room," I respond. "Where I can show you just how much I love you."

As I carry her, everything melts away. The future is ours now—no more fear, no more fighting. Just the two of us, building something beautiful together. I can already see it: a life filled with love, hope, and the promise that no matter what happens, we'll face it as one.

When I reach the door to our room, I stop for a moment, looking down at her, my heart full.

"You've made me the happiest man alive, Sophia."

She looks at me with a mixture of love and joy, and in that moment, everything falls into place.

"Then let's make this last forever," she says.

I place her onto the bed gently and take my time trailing kisses up and down her body. The fat rock I just put on her finger glistens under the sun that streams in through the windows. Itrail the kisses up the side of her neck, and then I come to her lips and capture them in a searing kiss.

Our tongues dance with each other, this gentle push and pull between us, a dance that we will never tire of and look forward to doing for the rest of our lives.

She bares her legs wide open for me. I move my hard penis against her wetness. She arches her back, her hands fisting the sheets underneath her.

"Oh fuck," she whispers. "I love you."

I align myself with her entrance and wait. I can feel the pulse of her lips against my tip. She moves in closer, trying to suck me into her sweet abyss, but I pull back. She lets out a frustrated groan to which I respond with a sweet peck on her lips. When I pull away, she has a pout on her lips.

"Hey fiancée." My words are tender as I try out her new title. I believe that it has a nice ring to it.

Her eyes soften, and she winds her arms around my neck. She pulls me in even closer until we are chest to chest and our lips are only a few centimeters from each other. She lifts her neck and presses her lips up against mine in a searing kiss that leaves my body electrified. As our tongues dance together, I inch myself into her until I reach the base.

We moan into each other's mouths, feeling the passion coursing from one body to the next. There is something magical about this moment. I am not a praying man, but I believe that Sophia is an angel, a pure example of heaven on earth.

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