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I start to ugly cry. I can't help it. I'm covering my face as I try to get my head around this moment. He forcibly pulls my left hand away from my face and kneels in front of me. He actually kneels. “I want you to be my wife. I want this forever.”
I start laughing through the tears as I look at him on his knee in front of me, offering me the whole fucking world. “Of course I will.” It comes out broken and no louder than a whisper but he hears and his face cracks into this smile that's all soft in the centre. I jump out of my seat wrapping my arms around his neck making him fall flat on his back against the sand. He lets out this laugh that I'm sure I've never heard before and takes my left hand slipping the ring onto my finger. I hold it up so we can both see. I can feel my lungs inflate as if I'm about to start floating.
This is so much more special than some shop-bought piece of jewellery. This is him telling me he doesn't just want me to be his wife but part of the family unit. This is him promising me and my son his whole future. I tilt my head to look back up at him and my heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my throat. His lips pull into a soft smile and he leans down to kiss me. Every time we kiss the passion is all-consuming but this is different. Much deeper. Like on some cellular level, I can feel our souls touching, merging. He carried a piece of me with him before, but now? He has all of me. All of my pieces.
I roll on top of him holding his face in both hands as I kiss him, only stopping abruptly to admire the ring again. “I can't believe it,” I say again. Voice far away, shaking my head as I turn the ring in the candlelight.
“Well believe it. Because it's happening.” He says, roughly grabbing my face and pulling me back down to him.
He flips us so he's on top of me and starts kissing my neck, his fingers brushing up my thigh to find me completely bare. He pulls back to look at me, his eyes intense and serious. “You’re my deliverance, Cas.” He says as he slides a finger into me, his thumb stroking my clit. I let out a moan as he lowers himself down so his head is between my legs. He pushes my dress up around my waist and pushes my thighs apart, resting his hand on my lower stomach and applying slight pressure whilst he starts to kiss my outer lips. He takes his time. Licking long strokes up and down until I'm moaning, digging my hands into the sand as my climax builds. He increases the pressure and starts to suck on my clit as the pressure tips over. Heat flows out of my core and floods my whole body. He doesn't stop until the orgasm has ebbed completely.
I sit myself up, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it down over his shoulders. I take my time to run my fingers over the many scars on his body like I do every time as he unbuckles his trousers. He rests his forehead against mine and looks into my eyes as he pushes into me slowly.
“Fuck.” He groans and I cry out. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to how I feel when we have sex. It's like we're two bodies, one mind. I've never felt a connection like it.
He thrusts in and out of me slowly, tenderly. We both take our time kissing each other. He sits back pulling me on top of him so I'm straddling him as he grips my hips bouncing me up and down. I grind myself against him and I feel the pressure of my second climax building again. I can tell he's also close but he holds on wanting to get a second orgasm out of me before he reaches the edge himself. It racks through me quicker and more intense this time. I cry out his name, my fingers digging into his back as he speeds up his movements. He lets go with a groan as he grips me, pulling my body flush against his.
We sit there still joined for a couple minutes, breathing. Just looking into each other’s eyes.
“You got on your knees.” I remind him. I’m still in shock.
He smiles at me. “You are the only person I would get on my knees for. The only person who could ever bring me to my knees.”
We lay there for the next couple of hours with my head on his chest as we listened to the waves crash against the sand and watch the stars in the sky. It's the most perfect night. I didn’t think I could love this man anymore but I know now, there is no limit to the love I feel for him. This man is my salvation. He’s the lighthouse at the edge of the shore. I used to think he was like Deadshot or Bane, the villain in the story but he’s not. He's my hero. He may not be a good man, but he is good to me.
42
Casimira
Antioquia, Colombia
Enzo has the next day free so we take advantage of the clear schedule and spend it on his yacht.
His Yacht.
It's incredible. Not a small yacht either. More of a super yacht, like the ones you see moored in Monaco. The same gothic ‘M’ stamped about the place just in case anybody forgot who owned it. Kind of jarring to think my fiancé owns a whole arse yacht but there we go. I wear my Alessandra Rich Damier pink check bikini with the Jacquemus Canvas bucket hat. I tried to get Ares a matching hat but they don't make them in baby sizes. Rude. I got him a Burberry one instead, it's not the same but it works. I take lots of pictures to send to my mum as she demands a minimum of five photos a week of Ares but the photos don’t do it justice.
Luca and Benny are both on jet skis in the water whilst the rest of us sit on the sundeck eating Lunch. Carms is laid back against some pillows whilst Ares sits beside him munching on some fruit.
“You should start an event planning business I reckon,” I say to him as I lean back against Enzo on the sunlounger, still gazing at my ring with love heart eyes.
He flips his thin gold-framed sunglasses down to look at me. “Do you think I have time for a second job when he’s my boss?”
I tilt my head up to look at Enzo. “Oh. Are you one of those bosses?”
He frowns. “What kind of boss?”
“One that expects too much from their employees.”
Carm Lets out a laugh pointing a finger over at Enzo. “Yeah, he's a real tyrant this one.”
I purse my lips. “You should speak to HR, put in a complaint.”
Carm sniggers a laugh and Enzo abruptly throws a pillow from the sunlounger beside us at him. He dodges it, picking up Ares and holding him in front of his face as a shield.
“Oi!” I raise a brow, pointing a loaded finger at him. “Not even. Put him down.” Carm sits him on his chest instead and Ares wipes at his eyes leaning his head down against Carms. He gives me a smug smile and wraps an arm over him. “I'm his favourite.”
“Think again,” Luca calls, pointing a finger towards Carms as he walks up the steps dropping water all over the deck floor. Black Prada sunnies obscuring his eyes from view.
