Page 31 of Condemned to You

With a smirk, Emilio entered a fourth finger, lightly jiggling his fingers inside me mimicking a vibrator. In and out, he made sure he pushed all four fingers inside me deeply as his tongue continued to wrap around my nipple, massaging it, causing me to continue moaning in pleasure.

“I’m going in,” he said biting down on my nipple.

Between his bite and forcefully pushing his fist inside me, I gasped. It felt as though my body no longer needed air to survive. Falling onto my back, Emilio’s mouth found its way to my clit simultaneously as he continued to twist his fist inside of me. I was beginning to see stars as he began gently thrusting his fist inside of me. It was such an intense feeling that I would have never expected to enjoy. But this was more than just sex – it was emotional. It felt like I was giving my body and soul to him fully – transitioning into a spiritual experience uniting us as one, transcending me to be bound to him for life.

Emilio’s fist was thrusting harder, his mouth sucking on my clit with equal intensity. I grabbed the edge of the countertop with both my hands to hold myself in place. My body was in overdrive as I was crying out in pleasure so loudly, I felt the vibration through my body. Completely taken over by getting fist fucked, I hadn’t noticed Emilio unzip his hands until I felt the pressure of his cock enter my rectum. He stood in front of me, his mouth soaking wet, but the wild look in his eyes told me he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

“All three,” he panted in excitement.

He shoved his free hand into my mouth, his fingers rested on my tongue slightly hitting the back of my throat. I was undone. Every spot the vagina had was getting stimulated all at once. My body began to convulse. Multiple orgasms ruptured through my body making my eyes roll back as if I’d lost complete control of myself. I didn’t feel Emilio pull his hand out of my mouth or his dick from my anus. My body was on a euphoric high that I didn’t think I would come back from.

“I’m going to go slow,” Emilio said as his fist thrusting slowed down while coming down from his own high. “Exhale and relax yourself so that I can pull out my hand.”

I did as I was told and lay on the countertop completely satisfied. The smell of coconut was still in the air, and the sound of the waves in the distance still crashed against the shore – only this time the essence of love danced in the room.

Managing to sit up so that I was face to face with Emilio, he whispered into my ear, “It meant nothing with her. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you. It was always you in my mind.”

Chapter Seventeen

Emilio POV

The icy winds howled outside the cozy cabin, the sound echoing off the surrounding mountains like a warning. Inside, the warmth of the fireplace flickered against the walls, casting dancing shadows that mirrored the tumultuous feelings in my heart. I found this intimate place and called for an officiant to meet us here. Entering the room, I saw Bethany standing by the window, gazing at the ethereal beauty of the snow-capped peaks and the shimmering Northern Lights that painted the night sky in hues of green and violet. This was a place of magic, a sanctuary far removed from the constraints of her life back home.

Her presence always ignited a spark of warmth within me. I could never understand how she had that much power over my heart. I moved closer, wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I murmured, my breath tickling her ear.

“It is,” she replied softly, though her voice betrayed the turmoil brewing inside her. “Feels surreal – being here with you ready to take our vows.”

Sensing Bethany wished her family could be here, that they could be so accepting of this, made me question if this was the right thing to do. As much as I wanted to marry Bethany, casting her feelings away like how she’d been treated her whole life seemed selfish of me to let her go through with this.

I turned her gently to face me, my dark eyes searching within hers for the truth behind her hesitation. “We don’t have to go through with this.”

Bethany POV

“I just wish Luca would have just accepted you and me together,” I whispered, my heart racing at the thought of defying my brother without him interfering or facing repercussions. I could barely look Emilio in the face.

I sighed, feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on me like the heavy snow that blanketed the ground outside. Luca, always the protective guardian, had made it clear that he disapproved of Emilio. “He’s not good enough for you,” he had said, his tone filled with authority. But I knew better; it wasn’t that Emilio wasn’t good enough for me, it was that I wasn’t good enough for Emilio.

Emilio cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender yet firm. “Our love means everything to me Bethany. If that means not going through with this for the sake of your sanity then so be it. I’d rather you be happy than regret marrying me. It’s just a piece of paper.”

His words struck a chord within me, resonating with the quiet longing I had carried in my heart. “I’ve never wanted anything more than to be your wife. I’d give up everything for this to be forever,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. “I just can’t help thinking how I destroyed your life and after everything Luca has done for me – I took away the one person he relied on. You were more like a brother to him than I am a sister.”

“You didn’t destroy my life, I did that on my own.” Looking into my eyes with such determination in his gaze and the unwavering belief he had in our love, he confessed something I needed to so desperately hear, “But I don’t regret it. If it led us here. I won’t regret it.”

I let out a breath with a newfound strength surging within me. “Ástin mín, let’s get married.”

The smile on Emilio’s face gave me reassurance that we would live a happy life.

“Follow me,” he said taking my hand.

“Where are we going?”

“Let me at least do one thing.”

Grabbing our coats, we made our way out of the room. Opening the door to head outside, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The moon hung low in the sky, illuminating the landscape with a silvery glow, making the snow sparkle like diamonds. As we arrived at the clearing, Emilio stood behind me as we looked up into the night sky. The Northern Lights danced overhead, casting a surreal light that made the world around us feel ethereal. Emilio turned me around to face him, pulling me closer as our breaths mingled in the frigid air.

I watched as he got down on one knee and spoke such loving words, “Bethany DeCarlo. The light of my life, the center of my world, the woman I will die loving. Will you marry me?” His voice low and full of reverence.