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We climb back to the manor, the air lighter with each step, Adriano’s betrayal left behind in the basement’s cold embrace. Enzo’s quiet, his hand still in mine, and I feel the weight he carries, the toll of what he’s done. Adriano had been his father's most trusted aide after all, and by extension, his, too.
In our room, I pull him to me, my hands cupping his face, needing to soothe the shadows in his eyes. “It’s done,” I whisper, my voice gentle, and he nods, his breath uneven, his hands settling on my waist, careful of my belly.
“You’re safe now,” he says, echoing my words from that night, and I smile, tears pricking, knowing he means it, for me, for our daughter.
His lips find mine, tentative at first, then deepening, a spark that ignites into fire. I kiss him back, my hands sliding under his shirt, tracing the heat of his skin, the strength of him, my love a tide I can’t contain.
He lifts me gently, laying me on the bed, his eyes locked on mine, dark with desire but soft with love. “Fina,” he murmurs, voice rough, “Ti amo.” The words hit like they did that night, raw and true, and I pull him closer, my fingers in his hair, my heart bare.
“I love you too,” I whisper, my voice trembling, meaning it with every breath, for the man who saved me, who fights for us, who’s mine.
Our clothes slip away, each touch a vow, a reclaiming of what Adriano tried to destroy. His hands trace my curves, lingering on my belly, a silent promise to our daughter, and I arch into him, needing this, needing him.
We move together, slow and deep, the world dissolving, the manor’s silence wrapping us in its embrace. His breath is warmon my neck, his whispers of love a melody in my ear, and I cling to him, my body alive, my heart overflowing.
After, we lie tangled, my head on his chest, his heartbeat steady under my cheek, his hand resting on my belly where our daughter stirs, a flutter that makes us both pause.
“She’s fierce,” he says, voice soft, a smile in his words, and I nod.
“Like her father,” I murmur, and he chuckles, a low sound that warms me, his lips brushing my forehead.
“Like her mother,” he says, and I smile, knowing she’ll carry our strength, our love, into whatever lies ahead.
Enzo pulls me closer, his warmth a shield, and I feel the depth of our love, a fire that won’t fade. The notion is convincing as sleep peacefully claims me.
The End.