Chapter 49: Epilogue 1—Emelia

Six months later...

“Just feel me, Princess. Feel me and enjoy me. I plan to enjoy you,” Massimo whispers against my ear.

His nose brushes mine and he kisses me. Hot, fiery kisses are placed over my cheek, then down my neck.

Against the silky blindfold, all I can do is imagine what his handsome face looks like. Because I can’t see him, all my senses are heightened. His touch seems to reach me everywhere. His voice washes over my skin like a gentle caress. His scent tantalizes me. And the feel of him thrills me.

Today is my birthday. This morning we got married, again, on the beautiful coast of Sicily. It was just the two of us and the priest, Father De Lucca.

Massimo said the only thing real about our first wedding was the priest. So we got him to marry us again. Here, where we could declare our love and honor for our union.

What I got that I didn’t have the first time was the dream and true love’s kiss. I had all the emotions, too, that I always imagined for such a special day.

Now we’re in the beach house living out another fantasy.

His this time. In it, my wrists are bound to the bed with silk ties and I’m blindfolded so I can feel all the pleasure he wants to give me.

As he kisses his way down my body, I writhe against the silky sheets, cool against my skin, the perfect balance to the fire from his lips.

Just like always, it doesn’t take long for me to get lost in him. I do within a few moments as I feel all that he has to give me, all at once.

The wild suckle of my breasts, the intense tasting of my pussy, the luxuriating sensations that make me surrender to one orgasm after another.

I feel amazing, but nothing feels better than his cock inside me. As he sears into me, my body welcomes the thrilling sensation of his thick cock filling my passage.

Pleasure explodes inside me when he starts to fuck me. I writhe against him, hot and wild, arching my back into the bed, the thrill wilder due to the restraints around my wrists. I’m completely and utterly under his spell with every secret part of me screaming his name.

The savage energy storms through my body like liquid fire, and as I come, he does too. Our bodies join together to share the mutual surrender of the unexpected thing that came to claim us, starting from that first moment we saw each other.

It takes a few minutes to climb down from the high, but my brain is still buzzing and reeling with delight.

He pulls out of me and releases the bindings from my hands. The blindfold comes off next, and when I see my handsome prince, I smile.

We kiss, and he pulls me into his arms, where I always feel safe.

It’s dark outside. We’ve been in this bed for hours, right from the minute after we said, “I do.”

“You must be tired, Emelia,” he whispers to me.

“I’m not. I don’t want the day to end. It was perfect.” It was the most perfect day I’ve ever had.

“It is perfect. I promise you many more days like this.” He turns to face me and takes my hand.

“Thank you. I promise you perfect days, too.” I always try to show him that I want to do things for him too.

“Every day I have with you is perfect.”

I’ve been in Florence now for the last six months. He comes to see me every weekend. Not one weekend has gone by when he hasn’t come. Even though I’m living my dream, I miss him so much when I’m not with him.

This visit was extra special because of our wedding plans and my birthday.

We’ll be flying back to L.A. together for the Easter break. I have another eighteen months to finish the program. Then I’d love to open a gallery in L.A. But I have other dreams I want with this man.

He looks down at me and searches my eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

“Our future.”

His smile turns up a notch. “What do you see in this future of ours, Princesca?”

“Everything. I want everything with you. That includes the ten kids you said we’d have.” We have this running joke I don’t actually think is a joke. But I like it.

“That sounds like a great future.”

I reach up and touch his face. “Thank you for giving me my dream and being you. You are my happiness.”

“You are my happiness too, Emelia.” He presses his forehead to mine. I know he truly means that.

Our journey led us to this moment. We’re exactly where we should be. We belong to each other.

I’m his, and he is mine.

Nothing is more perfect than that.