Page 45 of Don's Angel
“You want to take the lead, Mrs. Lucchese?” he murmurs, voice thick with heat.
I nod, cheeks flushed, heart pounding.
He lines us up, and I sink down slowly, gasping at the way he fills me, familiar and overwhelming all at once. My hands press to his chest for balance, and his muscles tense beneath my fingers.
“Look at you,” he groans, eyes dark. “Riding me like you were made for it.”
I move slowly at first, rocking my hips, savoring the stretch, the drag, the way his breath stutters every time I clench around him. He lets me find my rhythm, but his hands guide me—one on my waist, the other sliding up my spine, grounding me as I lose myself in the sensation.
Every time I move, he meets me halfway, thrusting up into me just enough to make my breath catch. Sweat beads along my spine. Our mouths find each other again and again, kissing between gasps, between moans.
When I come, it’s loud and raw and entirely out of my control.
He follows with a growl, pulling me down against his chest, wrapping his arms around me like he’s never letting go.
We lie there, tangled together, breathless and sated.
Later, curled into him beneath the blanket, I press my face against his chest.
He strokes my hair gently. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” I sigh.
I go quiet for a moment. He senses it.
“What is it?” he asks, tilting my chin up.
“I’m… late,” I whisper.
He stills. “Late as in?”
Seeing the question in his eyes, I nod.
His eyes widen. Then a slow, stunned grin spreads across his face.
“Are you serious?”
“I haven’t taken a test yet, but… yeah. I think so.”
He kisses me again, slow and reverent. Then again, and again, until I’m laughing into his mouth.
“You’re amazing,” he says. “You gave me a family. A home. A future. And now, you're giving me another baby.”
My throat tightens. My heart swells so painfully I feel like I might burst. I blink back tears, but they fall anyway, slipping down my cheeks in quiet streaks.
I’ve never felt so full of love and possibility. Never thought this kind of joy—thispeace—was something I’d get to have. I was just a girl trying to survive. Now I’m a wife. A mother. A writer. A woman completely and wholly loved.
And I love him back with everything I am.
This man, who carries shadows and commands cities. Who destroys threats without blinking, but whispers to our daughter with the gentlest voice. Who gave me the space to grow wings, and the safety to fly.
He was my stalker. Now he's my husband.
And I wouldn't change it for the world.
I press my hand over his heart, feeling the steady, powerful beat beneath my palm. That heart is mine. Just like mine belongs to him.
There are no words big enough to hold what I feel, but I say the only ones that come close.
“You gave meeverything,Luca," I whisper.
He leans his forehead against mine. “Happy anniversary, Mrs. Lucchese.”
I laugh. “Happy anniversary, Mr. Lucchese.”
Then I kiss him again, and again, and again.
