Twins for the Mafia Heir (The Warwicks #3)

46. Achilles

Chapter 46

Achilles

A shwood House is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all week. I’ve been so busy helping Piers get settled in Wesley Hall and monitoring Fantasia’s recovery that I’ve hardly had a chance to be here aside from collapsing into bed every night. Despite how awful it felt to be away, it’s been a comfort knowing Emma and Sidony have been living here in peace, waiting for me.

Now, I can finally call this place my home once again.

When my limo drops me off at the front of the house, Emma is waiting on the porch for me. I take the stairs up to her in one leap. Her arms reach for me, but I’ve already lifted her completely off the ground and spun her into me. She clings to me like she’s never letting go, her fingers buried in my hair, her cheek pressed into my neck, and I breathe her in like I’ve been suffocating without her.

It’s been a week since we reunited in that dingy underground prison, but this… this feels like our true new beginning.

“Are you all right?” Emma asks, her voice muffled against my skin.

“I am now. How are you feeling?”

“A little nauseous, but better now too.”

I feel her smile, and reluctantly set her back on her feet. Before we get too lost in the relief of the moment, there’s something I need to know. We made vague promises the morning after the battle, but I won’t make the mistake of assuming again. I take her hands in mine, my fingers toying with the wedding band she still wears.

“I said we’d come back home to this place, but I didn’t ask if that was what you really wanted,” I say. “You have a life and people you care deeply for in the States. If you aren’t ready to leave them yet, I need you to tell me.”

Emma’s grey eyes search mine, and I wonder if she’s hesitating, second-guessing the wild circumstances that brought our lives together. When she smiles, I feel that weight lift off my chest.

“The first time I was here, I didn’t choose to be. This time, I came back of my own free will because I want to be here. Because I belong here, with you and Sidony and… and our babies.” Her cheeks flush, her happiness overwhelming her beyond words. I touch the corner of her smile with my thumb.

“If that’s what you want, then you’ll have it,” I promise. “And I’ll have you.”

I bend to kiss her, and her mouth is already open for me, warm and soft and eager. I sweep her off her feet and carry her over the threshold into the house like a new bride, not bothering to break our kiss until I need to navigate the stairs up to our room.

I’m not setting this woman on her feet for the rest of the day.

With one swift kick, I get our door closed behind us, and Emma laughs against my jaw. Her fingers start to undo the buttons of my shirt while I shake my shoes off onto the floor. I set her down on the edge of the bed, and she immediately buries her face in my torso, her hands still working to get my pants open and off. I pull her shirt up over her head, too eager to tease her naked.

We have the rest of our lives to be slow, after all.

With a light shove, I get her lying down on the mattress so I can yank off her pants, and then I climb into the bed with her.

I’m startled by how vivid my memory of her body is, and how quickly I realize the changes she’s already gone through. Her petite breasts are just a bit fuller, and there’s a subtle curve to her stomach and hips that wasn’t there before. I run my hands up her naked body, relearning the shape of her, thrilled that I’ll get to do this every single day as her pregnancy advances. Emma gasps at every little touch, her nerve endings so perfectly attuned to my attention.

“The next time I make you my wife,” I promise her, “our consummation will last all night.” I press my thumb to her bottom lip, and she sucks it into her mouth. I grip her jaw, opening her mouth so I can speak into it.

“I will make you cum on every surface in this room until you’re crying with pure joy. The next morning, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed, and then I’ll turn you over and fuck you all over again. I’ll make you so sex drunk you won’t be able to walk for the rest of the day. I’ll make you forget any bad thing that’s ever happened to you. You’ll know nothing but bliss and the feeling of my cock in your pussy.”

I claim her mouth with mine, and Emma groans with anticipation. When I lose my breath, I break our kiss and slide down her body, worshiping every inch of her. At her belly button I pause to rest my lips just below, still marveling that two children we made together are growing inside.

There are fears and doubts lurking in my memories that I can’t avoid forever. When Madeleine had Sidony, her health was already declining, and she was gone so soon after. But if I let the memory of that loss consume me, I won’t be able to revel in the joy of this new life. Wordlessly, I vow that with all my strength, I will honor the past while always looking toward the future. To seal that vow, I kiss Emma’s growing belly one more time, then pull her up into my lap.

Emma wraps her arms around my neck and begins to roll her pelvis into mine, grinding her clit against my erection. She whimpers, pressing her forehead against mine. I breathe in her sweet scent, memorize the flutter of her lashes against my skin. Her body coils against mine as she chases her pleasure. My hands squeeze her ass, pulling her closer, forcing her legs open wider, running her clit up and down the full length of my cock until we’re both moaning. When I feel her slick lubricating me, when I feel like her orgasm is about to break, I lift her up and plunge myself inside her.

Emma screams, her back arching as bliss explodes through her. Her nails dig into my back, clutch at my hair. I bury my face in her sternum and pound into her hard and fast, dragging out her every sensation until they spill over into another orgasm.

I need to be deeper. I need to slap against her harder. I need more than I’ve ever had before.

Cradling her head in my hands, I tip her back onto the bed and lift her legs up over my shoulders. She’s limp with pleasure and complies with every tug of my hands. And when I slam into her anew, she screams like she’s never been fucked before. Gravity bears me down, driving me deeper and deeper into her pussy. I’m ready to cum, but I’m not ready to stop. It takes all my concentration to maintain my punishing rhythm without giving into my own pleasure, but I have to hold out. Just another second longer-

My body releases, my cum spilling into her body as I thrust home. White hot revelry shoots down my spine, leaving my fingers tingling, my arms and legs trembling. For a moment I stay where I am with Emma beneath me, her legs still up over her head, just soaking in this moment of ecstasy. Her grey eyes are locked onto mine, her cheeks flushed, her skin dewy with sweat.

She’s gorgeous, and she’s here, and she’s mine.

Slowly, carefully, I bend her completely double as I lower myself to tenderly kiss her lips. Emma hums into my mouth, a gorgeous little sound I’ll chase forever after. Then I pull out of her and collapse by her side.

We lie tangled together and gasping for air, and for the first time since we’ve met I feel like we aren’t pressed for time or haunted by uncertainty. This is the beginning.

And because I’ve never actually asked her the question, I do it now.

“Will you marry me, Emma?” I whisper into her hair.

She laughs against my skin, sleepy and sated. Her face tips back so her eyes can meet mine. When she cups my face in her hands, I feel the metal of her wedding ring against my cheek. “Yes. I will, Achilles.”