Page 134 of Mila: The Godfather

Gentle.

Ground shaking.

And just like that, I come to terms with a new reality.

The reality is that I’m deeply and madly in love with my husband. I knew that what I felt for him was something more. More than gratitude.

More than friendship.

I honestly believed it was a mixture of gratitude and obsession, but no. It’s so much more.

It’s love.

The kind that you feel down to your bones. The one that’s in your blood.

Unsent message from C

M

I’m still here.

Our day is almost here.

- Yours, C

Her Everything

MILA

“I want the world for you. The whole-fucking-world.” — R

Later that night, as I lay in bed with a sleeping giant behind me, holding me close with my head safely tucked in his neck, I feel a calmness I’ve never felt, not even inside my head. My safe place. Not even when I lose myself in the hobbies I love.

But here with him, feeling his strong arms covering me in his warmth, I feel like there’s nowhere else for me but here with him. Nowhere I’d rather be.

Sleeping with Riagan… was different. Riagan was warm and cuddly and hard and hot, and I kept wanting to kiss him in his sleep. I woke up one time in the middle of the night to find his hand under my shirt, cupping my naked breast. I was startled and a bit embarrassed at first, but then I realized he was completely asleep. It was sweet that he reached out and held me even when he wasn’t awake. I didn’t wake him, no. I left his hand there. It felt nice and comfortable.

I didn’t even think about germs, not with him, and that’s never happened with anyone else.

Not when he’s holding me close to his naked chest. His hard, naked chest lately has awakened a side of me I never knew. The side that aches to be kissed and touched by him.

Everything about Riagan is out of this world sexy. His tattooed muscled chest and back and his thick neck.

His plump and pink lips.

His hands.

God, his hands are strong and harsh, yet they feel like heaven on my skin. The feeling of them now so close to my stomach is driving me insane.

His hand under the covers moves closer to my pelvic area while he sleeps.

My heart starts to race, and heat shoots straight to the center of me. I press my legs together to ease some of the ache that has suddenly pressed hard against my clit. It’s thumping like mad, and my nipples are aching pinpoints against my nightshirt. I shuffle my legs, trying to ease the ache, which caused his soft snoring to stop momentarily before picking back up again just as softly.

I’ve come to love hearing him snore and feeling his heat on my back.

The comfort of knowing he was there, even to protect me in my sleep? That meant the entire world to me.

And he didn’t even know that just by being around, he was slaying all the many demons that my father instilled in me and keeping all the nightmares away.

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