He doesn’t want to leave me. My insides get all warm and fuzzy as my eyes slide shut, heavy and content. Truth is… I don’t want him to leave either.
EPILOGUE
EMILIA
2 months later…
“You smell so good.” Rafael’s voice is a rumbling growl against my neck as his arms snake around my waist, dragging me back into his chest where his very hard, very insistent cock digs into the crack of my ass.
“Rafael.” A choked chuckle bubbles out when his hand sneaks up to palm my right boob. “We’re going to be late for our own New Year’s dinner.”
“It’s been the new year for over a month already. We can afford to be a little late.”
I gasp when he fondles my tit, my nipples instantly puckering and tightening in response to his touch. “You’re insatiable,” I say breathily. “You’ve had me completely to yourself for the past three weeks.”
“Not my fault my wife is so delectable.” His free hand slides down to my hip, twisting and bunching my silk dress in his grip, dragging the material up slowly. “Hold it.”
“Rafael.” My protest is weak even to my own ears as I doexactly what he commands, holding the dress up to give him access to the lower half of my body.
“Just ten minutes,amore,” he murmurs sinfully in my ear. “I just want to make you feel good. Make you feel so good.”
I moan when he cups my pussy, my hips grinding down helplessly. My panties are already damp, my core clenching desperately.
“You’re wet already, love. Anticipating my touch, were you?” Before I can form a coherent response, his tongue flicks out to taste my throat, once, twice, before his mouth clamps over my pulse point.
“Rafael.” My head falls to the side weakly, completely surrendering as pleasure rushes through me. He’s gotten dangerously good at stoking my desire this quickly. Those weeks of practice during our honeymoon in the quaint little Slovenian town definitely paid off.
“Shhh.” His thumb teases my swelling clit through my panties, and I shudder in his arms. He rolls his tongue over my pulse, alternating between sucking and lightly biting my heated flesh. He’s going to leave a mark. He’s obsessed with doing that now, and Iloveseeing his claims on my body.
He moves my panties to the side. The first touch of his fingers through my folds has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He walks us forward, his thumb circling my clit while he slides two fingers inside me.
My hands slam against the wall blindly, my mouth parting on a breathless moan.
“Fuckkk,” he groans, stepping back from me. He drags the panties down my legs and pats my feet gently until I’m stepping out of my underwear.
His clothes rustle behind me, and when his warmth surrounds me again, the tip of his cock presses against my wet folds, nudging at my entrance. My fingers dig painfully into thewall, my toes curling in my heels as he sinks into me, inch by glorious inch.
We arrived at dinner thirty minutes late. My face is still flushed, my heart still hammering a wild staccato rhythm as I descend the stairs to the living room where everyone is waiting. Maximo, Elira, Michael, Gianna, Romero, the twins, and their two babysitters—all of them looking up as we make our entrance.
Do they know?My cheeks burn hotter as I catch what looks suspiciously like knowing smiles.
“Sorry for the slight delay. We woke up a little late. Jet lag, you know,” Rafael says flippantly. “Shall we move to the dining room?” He waves a hand.
“You’re glowing,” Elira says, pulling me into a tight hug.
“So are you,” I tell her, squeezing her hand as she pulls back, and I’m not just being polite. There’s this luminous quality to her face, her red hair seems deeper, richer, and her lips look fuller somehow. I squint at that last part—is that some new lipstick trick?
Gianna steps forward, distracting me from my analysis. “I’m glad to see you looking so full of life.” She hugs me too, and I rub her back softly. Then my gaze immediately homes in on the girls, and I slip out of her embrace to rush over to my nieces.
They’re both awake, blinking up at me with those pretty blue eyes. “They’ve gotten so big.” They’re about three months old now, and my heart actually pangs at how quickly they’re growing up. I reach for Nora first, hugging her to my chest and inhaling the sweet baby smell that still clings to her and her sister.
Rafael steps beside me and scoops up Emma, gently tossingthe baby up in the air to her absolute delight. She giggles, and that soft sound goes straight to my heart and makes it squeeze.
My gaze meets Rafael’s over the babies’ heads, and something electric passes between us. I think I’m ready for one of our own now. And from the heat in his eyes, he definitely understands what I’m thinking.
We switch babies, and I find myself studying Emma’s perfect little features, imagining what our daughter might look like. Would she have my hair or Rafael’s darker color? I think I would love to see Rafael’s silvery eyes in the face of a girl with my brown hair. That would be perfect.
We carefully return the girls to their carriers, leaving them with their sitters as we head to the dining room. It feels weird, sitting so far away from Rafael on opposite sides of the huge table. I miss him even though he’s literally right there. He must feel the same because barely two minutes after we sit down, he gets up and strolls to my side. “Stand up.”
