Page 108 of Lorenzo & Lily

Her eyes welled up.

He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I just wanted to take it out and run my fingers through it. You were beautiful.”

He kissed her lips gently. “You’re even more beautiful now.”

“Lo.”

He kissed her, a little harder this time. “I wondered why you were alone. I was still broken and bedridden, and on my own in the royal wing of the hospital, with no other patients nearby. I was really fucking lonely. I saw your eyes, and knew you were, too.”

Her voice was rough from silent tears. “I tried to cheer you up. I don’t think I was very successful.”

“You did a brilliant job. You were like an angel come to keep me company. I wanted you to stay longer.”

“So did I.” She sniffled. “You were bare-chested. Bandaged. Sad. Still sexy, despite all that, or maybe because of it. I wanted to give you a hug and kiss you at the same time.”

“You kept coming back to visit.”

“You kept asking me to come back.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath. “And now I’m asking you again to never leave.”

He reached under his pillows, where he’d placed the ring last night before she’d come to bed. She shifted to her back, and he propped up on an elbow and leaned over her.

“Will you marry me, my beautiful Cecilia? My lovely Lily, will you promise to never leave me again?”

“Yes.” She cupped his head and brought it to hers for a hard, quick kiss. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He slipped on the ring which, incidentally, he’d picked out with Liliana. That meant it was bordering on ostentatious, yet was still classy, like his Lily.

She held her hand out, and wiggled her fingers a little, so the diamonds caught the dim light of the room. “It’s beautiful.”

“Liliana helped pick it out.”

Lily smiled wide. “Did she? I bet she was happy you were asking me.”

“She was.” His face dipped closer to hers. “Are you mine?”

Her smile softened. “Yes.”

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

He wrapped his arms around her and shifted over her while his mouth took control of hers. Long and deep, wet and wild they kissed.

She was his fiancée now. She would soon be his wife.

He groaned. His hands shifted under her nightie to find skin. “Lily.”

Her hands began pushing down his boxers, and rubbed his thick, stiff cock. She moaned. “Lo.”

He thrust his hips into her hand. “Do you want me?”

She wrapped her legs around his hips. “Yes.”

Another thrust. “Do you want my cock?”

“God, yes.”

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