Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro)

Chapter 248 Marked By A Ring

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Emily's eyes drifted open, a smile creeping onto her face as she felt a protective presence behind her. Matteo's arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, holding her close, his bare chest pressed tightly to her back. Even in sleep, he seemed unwilling to let her go, as if he feared she might slip away if he loosened his grip. A burning desire arose in her core as she realized they were both still naked, having fallen asleep after an intense night of passionate makeup sex.

Emily felt a rush of heat flooding her cheeks as memories of the previous night washed over her. She recalled how wild she had been, casting aside any hesitation and surrendering completely to her body's and heart's needs. She hadn't held anything back, letting Matteo show his love in every way he desired during their intimate connections. He had taken his time, not stopping until she was completely spent, exhausted by his huge sized dick bringing her pleasure in ways she hadn't even thought possible.

She carefully tried to wiggle free, gently moving his hand, but Matteo only groaned, pulling her even closer. His grip was so tight she felt like she might actually break in two, but she couldn't help but smile at this side of him-her possessive man. Turning a little, she tried to face him, though his hold kept her back pressed against him.

"Honey, I need to move," she whispered, her tone playful and soft.

"No," he muttered gruffly, his voice thick with sleep as he instinctively pulled her even closer, if that was even possible-there was hardly an inch of space left between them, as though he wanted not even a breath of air to slip through. His hold was so tight, so possessive, it was almost as if he were trying to fuse them together. Matteo's face nuzzled against her neck, his breath warm against her skin, making her giggle as he held her even closer, unwilling to let go.

"Don't go," he grunted again as his voice was still rough and thick with sleep.

"But I need to use the bathroom," Emily reasoned, biting her lip to keep from sounding amused.

"Then take me with you, but don't leave me," he whispered, and Emily froze at the raw vulnerability in his voice. She hadn't realized how deeply her sudden departure from Paris had affected him. "I won't leave you, Matteo," she whispered, her words laced with unspoken promises.

"You better not," he murmured, fully awake now. "Because I'll follow you everywhere, mon amour. I'm not letting you go." In a swift motion, he flipped her onto her back, making her face him. Emily's heart skipped a beat as she met the fierce determination in his gaze.

"Okay, Mr. Vinci, I get it-there's no escaping you. Now, can I please go to the bathroom?" Emily smiled, gently caressing his scruffy cheeks with her soft hand.

"Hove you, baby," Matteo replied, his tone serious as he looked into her eyes. "And I mean it when I say I want to marry you." Suddenly, he got up, searching for his pants that had been tossed aside the night before.

Emily couldn't help but admire his firm, naked body as he roamed around the room, unapologetically displaying his glory. He fished a small box from his pants pocket and walked back to the bed where his beloved lay leisurely. He caught her ogling him boldly, but he didn't mind. He was hers, completely and unreservedly. There was not a shred of doubt in his mind. She owned him-body, heart, mind, and even his life. He had known it from the moment, he first laid eyes on her,

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Chapter 248 Marked By A Ring

Emily's eyes widened as she realized what was inside that tiny velvet box. Sitting up, she clutched the sheet to her chest, chewing her bottom lips as a mix of excitement and anticipation building within her. Matteo crawled over to her, kneeling before her as he held the box in front of her and opened it slowly. Emily's heart raced as she gazed at the stunning solitaire ring nestled inside, its brilliance catching the light.

"I won't ask if you will marry me because I know I will only marry you, and I won't accept a 'no' as an answer. I want my ring on your finger so the world knows that you are mine. Let me slip my ring on your finger, mon amour," he demanded authoritatively. Emily's lips parted in surprise and amusement, and her smiling eyes rolled playfully as she teased him, "Tyrant!"

Matteo chuckled, taking her hand in his and sliding the ring onto her finger. Emily smiled, knowing she wouldn't say no anyway. She was well aware of how possessive her man was, and she never complained about his need to claim her.

She wanted to be his, even by law, so she asserted, "Listen, I want a lavish wedding, and there will be no compromises."

Matteo chuckled, "Anything you want, baby. I'll give you the world's most expensive wedding because I can't wait to call you Mrs. Matteo Vinci, ma douce"

Emily giggled as she let go of the sheet, cupping Matteo's handsome face in her small hands and pressing her smiling lips against his grinning ones. Matteo's eyes, shining with love, gazed deeply into her joyful ones, and in that moment, he felt his world stop; he had found everything he ever wanted by winning her heart. His hands slid down to Emily's bare hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled her onto his lap. The intimacy of the movement allowed his morning wood to slide effortlessly into her slickness, causing Emily to gasp against his lips.

"I need to go to the bathroom," she whined, pouting slightly.

"Can it wait for ten minutes?" Matteo pleaded, his eyes filled with love and desire.

Emily smiled shyly, fully aware that it wouldn't just be ten minutes but likely much longer. She didn't actually need to go to the bathroom; she was merely trying to coax him into letting her escape. But now that he was inside her, she didn't want to go anywhere. All she wanted was to be with him and give in to his wishes.

After their passionate morning sex, Matteo carried Emily in his arms and took her to the bathroom, where they had another round of steamy shower sex. Emily felt utterly content; her heart and mind brimmed with happiness as Matteo showered her with love. There was no doubt in her mind that he loved her so much. Yet, amidst all this joy, a sense of paranoia lingered. She couldn't shake the fear that the cruel world and her past might come crashing in to snatch him away from her.

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