Page 150 of Sinful Promise

From the way Danil climbs onto the bed and kisses me, it seems that it is.

When his lips find mine, my world is finally complete.

“Okay, I’m definitely going to give you two a moment now!” Zara squeals as she makes a swift exit from the room.

We don’t bother to break the kiss at the sound of my sister’s voice. Instead, I throw my arms around Danil’s neck and pull him closer.

I kiss him as if my life depends on it, and when his tongue brushes against mine, the tears start to fall once more.

A few hours ago, I thought I was never going to get the chance to tell him how much I love him. To ever be happy and get to openly love the man of my life. And now here we are, engaged, and about to start a family.

“This was one hell of a first date,” Danil mutters against my lips and, despite everything, we both start laughing.

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DANIL

At some pointI’m going to wake up and find myself still tied up in that damp basement and realize that the last hour has been nothing but a fever dream.

My body tenses at the thought, and I tighten my arms around Emily.

“Danil,” Emily whispers sleepily.

She’s been dozing on and off for the past hour in my arms.

I know I really need to get back to my brothers so we can finish taking care of Igor, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to leave her yet.

“Yes,malishka?”

“We’re having a baby…”

I chuckle under my breath.

Emily keeps repeating this fact over and over, as if she can’t quite believe it’s true.

“We certainly are,” I murmur against her hair.

She traces her fingers along my forearm. “I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy.”

I watch as my skin pebbles beneath her touch, and my eyes flutter closed as I revel in the feeling of her against me. For a while there, I didn’t think I would ever get the chance to hold her ever again, and now we’re getting married and having a baby…

It all sounds a little too good to be true.

I kiss the top of her head. “Thank you for being mine.”

Emily snuggles into my chest, and I rest my chin on her head, listening to the soft sounds of her breathing as I stroke her hair.

I’m in desperate need of a shower. I reek of sweat and blood, despite the fact that I did my best to clean most of it off of myself, but Emily doesn’t seem to mind. I think she’s also just grateful that we’re together.

I’m tempted to use the shower attached to Emily’s hospital room but every time I think about leaving her side, my chest tightens, and I feel as if I can’t take a full breath.

As if Emily can sense my thoughts starting to spiral, she gently rubs her hand over my chest.

“I’m right here,” she whispers.

I cover her hand with my own and try to focus on the feeling of her warm skin against mine.

She’s alive.

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