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Emilia’s POV
Tears were still shining in my eyes as I stared at the beautiful emerald rock on my finger. I still couldn’t believe that Alaric had proposed. He loved me, that was already too obvious from his actions but this…I hadn’t been expecting this. It made my heart want to burst out of my chest.
I stared at where he was seated, cradling Francesca in his arms. I still found it a little too hard to believe that I would finally be Francesca’s mother. For real this time. I would be her mother. And I’d be Alaric’s wife.
I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, unable to help the wide smile that was forming on my lips. I felt a hand on my shoulder and rather than panicking, I relaxed into it instead. I knew it was Alaric. I recognized his touch.
“What are you thinking of?” He asked, kissing my neck tenderly then rubbing my shoulders. I looked around for Francesca but she wasn’t here which meant he had already taken her up to her room.
“I still can’t believe this,” I murmured, stretching my hand out and staring at the rock. The light reflected on the rock, making it glint beautifully. I blinked, still in awe of it.
“Why?” He asked, coming around so he was standing in front of me now. “You don’t believe you deserve it?”
“No,” I shook my head, breathing out a laugh. “No, it’s not that I don’t believe I deserve this…it’s that… That I didn’t really think you were ready for any commitment like this.”
“I didn’t think so too,” he answered and smiled. “But you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, so why not just take that step now? Why waste a lot of time thinking about it?”
“I guess you’re right,” I murmured then stared into his eyes. “And I do want to spend the rest of my life with you, too. With you, and with Francesca. I want to be her mom, really. I love her so much.”
“I know you do.” He kissed my head. “But Emilia, you do know what you’re getting yourself into, don’t you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, frowning slightly even though I knew just exactly what he meant.
“You’re getting married to me. I’m a mafia Don, Emilia. You know what that means. You know that puts a target on your back. And the fact that you don’t beling to any of the families-”
“I do,” I reminded him. “I think you’ve forgotten that I do. I’m Alonso’s daughter, remember?”
“Fuck being Alonso’s daughter. It doesn’t remove the target on your back. And no one else knows who you are. I’m really content on keeping it that way.”
“It’s my decision to make, Alaric. Not yours,” I murmured.
“We’re not going to fight over this,” he said, crouching in front of me and placing his hand on my cheek tenderly. “Right now, all I really want is to be buried inside of you all night long.”
My breath hitched and I blinked rapidly. His words sent a lightening bolt to my core and my stomach clenched tightly. It didn’t help that he was now kissing my neck once again, and his hands were parting my thighs for him.
“Ric, someone might come in,” I mumbled, trying but failing to push him away.
“They wouldn’t dare.” His voice was husky now.
“But what if Francesca woke up and is looking for us?” I asked at the same time he pushed my panties to the side and pressed against my already slick and dripping core. “Oh fuck,” I swore, jolting slightly.
“Don’t worry about Frankie.”
I opened my mouth to come up with another excuse when he took that opportunity to kiss me and slide his tongue inside my mouth instead just as he pushed a finger into me.
I moaned loudly into his mouth, shuddering slightly as I grabbed onto his arm while his finger worked wonders inside of me, slowly hitting my sweet spots and making me clench hard around his fingers.
“But if you don’t want us to…” He began, his voice holding that hint of mischief as he began to withdraw his hand. My eyes flew open. “Don’t you dare,” I swore and he slammed his fingers back into me so hard that I lifted my hips off the couch in pleasure.
He slammed his fingers into me over and over again until I blacked out in ecstasy. I could barely comprehend him raising my thighs and putting it on his shoulder before sliding into me.
I clenched around him hard, my breath hitched and my vision blackening once again as another orgasm washed over me.
He slammed into me hard, over and over again as one hand grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him, unable to break his intense gaze. It didn’t take too long before I shattered all over him once again from the intensity of it all. And he came with me.
He was breathing heavily, his forehead meeting mine. “I love you so much, Emilia,” he whispered lowly and I felt my eyes water at the sheer honesty in his voice.
“I love you too,” I breathed out, a tear dropping from my eyes down to my cheeks and sliding down.
He kissed my tears away, breathing heavily and ran his fingers through my hair just as he slipped out of me.
“Come here,” he murmured against my lips, standing up straight and holding my hands in his.
I stood up on number legs, holding on to him for support as I breathed slowly. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek once again. “I promise you that I will always protect you, no matter what. No one would take you away from me again. I swear.”
My eyes watered up once again and I kissed him on the cheek, then placed my head on his chest. “I know.”