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She sighed in contentment, resting her hand on her belly as she mused in wonder over the last five years. dpg!
Save for a few bumps in the road, marriage to Rocco so far had been beyond blissful. The only trying period had been when Allegra’s en
gagement had hit the rocks and she’d decided to sell Vitelli secrets to a tabloid magazine, fabricating a story about Mia’s alleged clashes with her late husband causing her being disowned by the Vitellis.
Rocco, adamant about protecting Mia’s honour, had given a TV interview, setting the record straight. And, before the whole world, had issued a heartfelt apology to Mia.
She hadn’t even known she needed that last selfless act until Rocco had offered it, making their bond even stronger.
Her smile widened when Rocco rested his hand over hers, love blazing from his eyes when their baby kicked in response.
‘No more pictures, please. Just sit with me,’ she said.
He raised their linked hands and kissed her fingers. ‘Anything for you, il mio cuore.’
Perhaps it was the hormones. Or perhaps it was the sheer happiness that often felt too big to be contained in her heart, but Mia felt tears prickle her eyes. ‘You did it, Rocco.’
He glanced at her, one brow rising in the sexy, arrogant way that stole her breath. ‘Did what?’
‘You’ve kept your promise. Every day you make me feel worthy. That I matter. That our children matter. You’ve made us the centre of your world, and I adore you for it.’
He inhaled, heavily and shakily, his eyes growing suspiciously misty as he smiled down at her. ‘I vowed to you that I would, did I not? I intend to keep that promise. In this life and in the next. Because, you see, it’s quite simple, amore mio. You are my everything.’
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CHRISTMAS IN THE KING’S BED
Caitlin Crews
“Your Majesty. Really.” Calista moistened her lip and he found himself drawn to that, too. What was the matter with him? “You can’t possibly think that we would suit for anything more than a temporary arrangement to appease my father’s worst impulses.”
“I need to marry, Lady Calista. I need to produce heirs, and quickly, to prove to my people the kingdom is at last in safe hands. There will be no divorce.” Orion smiled more than he should have, perhaps, when she looked stricken. “We are stuck. In each other’s pockets, it seems.”
She blanched at that, but he had no pity for her. Or nothing so simple as pity, anyway.
He moved toward her, taking stock of the way she lifted her head too quickly—very much as if she was beating back the urge to leap backward. To scramble away from him, as if he was some kind of predator.
The truth was, something in him roared its approval at that notion. He, who had always prided himself on how civilized he was, did not dislike the idea that here, with her, he was as much a man as any other.
Surely that had to be a good sign for their marriage.
Whether it was or wasn’t, he stopped when he reached her. Then he stood before her and took her hand in his. loz!
And the contact, skin on skin, floored him.
It was so…tactile.
It made him remember the images that had been dancing in his head ever since he’d brought up sex in her presence. It made him imagine it all in intricate detail.
It made him hard and needy, but better yet, it made her tremble.
Very solemnly, he took the ring—the glorious ring that in many ways was Idylla’s standard to wave proudly before the world—and slid it onto one of her slender fingers.
And because he was a gentleman and a king, did not point out that she was shaking while he did it.
“And now,” he said, in a low voice that should have been smooth, or less harshly possessive, but wasn’t, “you are truly my betrothed. The woman who will be my bride. My queen. Your name will be bound to mine for eternity.”
