We fall together onto the bed, and it quickly becomes clear that he’s not just going to hold me.

The feeling of our clothes pressing against each other feels suddenly like the most frustrating thing in the world, and we tear each other’s clothes off to fix the problem.

I’m choosing to believe him. To put faith in the man I know he can be. The man he mostly already is. There might be a rough edge or two left, but I doubt I’d ever want all those little rough edges sanded down and polished over. He wouldn’t be Luca Gallo if he were squeaky clean.

His hands grasp my bare body with a fierce possessiveness and hunger. He grasps my sides and kisses me stomach, his lips lingering there against the thin membrane separating us from our child to be. Then his hands find their way up to my breasts, just as his mouth works its way down between my legs.

I buck wildly against him as he kisses me in the most intimate way possible. He tweaks my nipples, sending a satisfying shudder down my spine, and forcing a moan from my lips.

I hold him tight against me, my fingers digging in. I press up against him, I shake and gyrate, and I cum so hard that–were it with anyone else–I’d feel embarrassed by the intensity and the screams.

“Fuck,” he says, looking up at me with wild eyes. “I feel like you came for both of us.”

I laugh, and then I look down at his cock. Rock hard and pressed up against his beautiful abs.

“You didn’t though,” I say, pointing.

He looks down and smirks. “No, not yet.”

He pulls my legs back, and he presses into me. He looks me in the eyes as he enters me. As his thick manhood slides inside me once again. Only in this moment do I truly believe that we’ve started a new life. That everything else is behind us. I chose to accept his words when we came into bed together, but only now that he’s sliding himself into me do I feel the truth of it.

“God,” I whisper, and I struggle to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. From losing the sight of his intense blue eyes focused only on me.

I wrap my legs around him, and he presses deep into me. He goes so deep in that I feel one with him, and then he starts to thrust in and out, our bodies sliding against each other as we work to bring each other to climax.

It rises slowly up within me as we make love. I meet his eyes from time to time, and we slow down and kiss while I just feel his tongue against mine, and his throbbing warmth moving slowly between my soaking wetness.

Only when he starts to thrust with renewed intensity–when he starts to breathe heavy as his muscles bulge–do I realize he’s not going to slow down until we’re both finished. Luca has never cum without me cumming first, and I doubt this time will be any different. He seems to be able to delay his own pleasure until he’s felt me have mine, or maybe it’s my orgasm that ultimately gets him off.

This time is no different. I feel myself clench tight against him, and I arch my body up against his. I squeal and moan and cry, as a cold shockwave blasts through me for a brief moment, and then my body floods with tingling warmth.

“God,” he says. “You cum so good for me, my Princess.”

I try to say something back, but I just moan incoherently. He gasps, and then I feel him start to fill me up. The warmth builds up inside me as his seed enters and fills me, and my body trembles and shakes, until both of our bodies go slack at nearly the same instant. He falls down beside me, and we hold and touch each other softly. His lips press against my forehead, and he whispers, “We’ll leave when you wake up.”

* * *

It takes us almost a week to make it to California. And it’s not until we’re on the beach there that Luca bends down on one knee and holds a ring up for me.

“This will be our new place,” he says. “Montauk was where I went to get away, but that was a temporary escape. A place I escaped to alone. This is the other coast now, and this is where we put down roots. Where we stay away. I can’t do it though, Princess, unless you’re my wife. I’m a Catholic, so–”

“Yes,” I say, falling down on my knees beside him. “Yes!”

I feel him tighten and panic, and I look down and realize I’ve knocked the box out of his hands, and the ring with it.

His eyes are wide, and he starts sifting through the sand.

“Oh shit, oh shit!” I say.

I start digging furiously with both hands, praying I’ll feel the ring and that I won’t have ruined his proposal. God, what kind of awful sign is it if the woman loses the ring before she even gets it on her finger? What will Luca say if–

He laughs, and I look up. He’s holding the ring.

“You asshole!” I say, and I hold back from hitting him, for fear I might actually knock the ring out of his hand.

“Sorry,” he says. “I couldn’t resist. I never actually dropped it.”

He takes my hand and holds it gently. I look down expectantly as he slides the ring onto my finger. It’s a sizable diamond, but not something gaudy that a kingpin’s wife would wear, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.