Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

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.

Emily reasoned,

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

"Because I'll follow you everywhere, mon amour. I'm not letting you go." In a swift motion, he flipped her onto her back,

I please go to the bathroom?" Emily smiled, gently

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

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

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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,

your finger so the world knows that you

knowing she wouldn't say no

wanted to be his, even by law, so she asserted, "Listen, I want a lavish wedding, and