Page 34 of The Don's Proposal

Pressing her into the mattress, both of her arms circle around my body instead of my neck. Pulling me flush against her front, I can’t tell which of our hearts is pounding harder.

Hips rocking, her nails dig into my back as she clings on. Chasing after her orgasm with my own, I can feel the twisting in my gut as I grow closer and closer to my limit.

Grunting and growling against her ear, my thrusts grow frantic and desperate. As the need to come hits me harder than bare knuckles against bone, I fist the sheets beneath us and slam home.

Coming undone hard enough to make a man go blind, my hips rock until her pussy drinks up my entire release.

As her walls spasm around my continuous thrusts, I lift her hips higher, feeding her release with every ounce of my own.

She’ll become pregnant in no time, I’m sure of it. A wife and the mother of my children. Fuck, I hope I’m lucky enough for twins or triplets. All with beautiful blue eyes and freckles like their mother.

“Can we just tie the knot tomorrow?” I groan into her throat and smile like a fool when she laughs.

“I’ve always dreamed of having a big wedding.” Working on catching her breath, her fingers leave a trail of tingles up and down my bare back. “Those usually take time to plan.”

Cursing softly, I nod and pull back to take in her flushed state. Unable to help myself, I kiss her breasts and draw one of her nipples into my mouth.

The hunger I feel for this woman is endless.

“I’ll start referring to you as my beautiful wife, then.” If all I’m waiting on is a signed document, then telling everyone who has the ability to hear about my fortunes shouldn’t be too much of an issue. They won’t know any better.

I just need everyone to know that I found the woman of my dreams. Maybe rub their faces in my happiness and be the smug bastard I want to be.

She nods, the curve of her lips gentle. “I think I’d like that.”

Easing my way out, we’re left staring at each other. Pushing the strands clinging to her forehead to the side, I lean in and press my lips to her skin.

I don’t know how to be gentle, or to be soft, but I can learn. When she sighs with content, I know she likes it. Yeah, I’ll learn, for her.

“We will be spending the rest of our day in here.” Nuzzling her throat, I sigh. “We can shower and clean up if you’d like, but I don’t want to deal with anyone else today. I’ll put in an order for food, and we can just relax.”

Today has been terrible for my blood pressure. The only remedy is shared time with this woman.

“I’ll deal with our problems tomorrow.” Kissing her temple next, then her nose and finally her lips, relief fills me when she nods. “Very good.”

My jaw aches with how much I’ve been smiling lately. This woman really knows how to draw them out. The poor muscles in my face are going to ache by the end of the day, I can bet on it. It’s a pain I’m willing to welcome with open arms.

14

Camellia

Epilogue

The weather is warm, and the sky is clear. At my side, Santino enjoys a glass of wine. Across from us, Bia sits with our daughter Alle in her lap. She’s braiding her hair while the three-year-old miraculously sits still.

We wanted to do a little picnic, as much as one can do in a vast backyard.

Urzo and Eliza are too good to enjoy a little family outing. I don’t hold it against them, I guess.

More little sandwiches for us, that’s all that means.

He finishes his glass and sets it to the side. He has no shame, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against my cheek and my throat.

“I am starving,” he murmurs against my ear.

I know what he’s hungry for, but it’s not an option. Not while his mother is sitting three feet away from us. Not even a little wine can be enough to ignore that fact.

Instead of giving him what he wants, I reach into the wooden woven basket and pull out a finger sandwich. Pressing it to his mouth, it stops him from kissing anything that may waver my strength.

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