Isabella

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I'm having the time of my life. 

I'm in a beautiful, quaint village in Sicily. With the love of my life and we just finished having the most mind blowing sex ever.

But I say that every time we have sex.

But Luca is like that. He makes each time special and somehow different.

"Fuck." Luca mumbles, his face pressed into my neck. "You're crazy."

I chuckle and pull on a strand of hair. "Me? You're the one who wanted to cuff me."

"I didn't know you'd like it so much and demand we go again."

"Oh, please." I scuff. "This isn't the first time you tie me up."

We sometimes like to go all out and try things out of our comfort zone. And bondage is one of those things we tried early on.

"My apologies." He says, the sarcasm thick. "Remind me to never tie you up again."

"Shut up." I laugh and check the clock on the nightstand beside me. It's ten in the morning and his Nonna has a day planned for us. "We have to get up."

"Something is definitely up." He jerks his hips so I can feel his semi hard length.

"Babe." I sigh, even though I'd love nothing more than to say fuck everyone else and stay here with Luca in this bed forever. "Leo wants to spend time with us."

He groans and pulls out of me. "Way to turn me off by mentioning my little brother."

"He's not little." I rub his back.

"Have you seen his dick?" He asks with feign suspension.

I slap his butt, and he grins. "You perv. I meant his age."

He groans and kisses all over my face, neck, and boobs.

I give him a look, masking the effect he has on me. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" His eyes narrow, and he makes this very sexy and masculine noise in the back of his throat.

"We don't have time for another round and I'm sensitive." I'm not that sensitive, but we really don't have time. "And I need to shower and do my hair."

I'm saying this to convince me more than to convince him.

His gaze travels over my features, setting me ablaze. He dips down and gives me a long, sensual kiss.

When he retreats, he stands up and scoops me up. I cackle and smother my laughter in his neck.

"Showering together never saves water. Or time." I laugh.

"Fine." He huffs and sets me down. His eyes do another perusal of my naked body, lingering on various places. After one last kiss, he grumbles, "I'll take a shower in the guest room."

Because we both know we have no restraint if we're in the same room and naked.

I sigh as I watch him retreat, his butt firm and his back filled with red streaks from my acrylic nails.

After six years together, I still crave him every second of the day. But we made a promise to spend today with Nonna and Leo.

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We do the most touristy things imaginable. We visit all the statues, churches, museums and more. All in one day.

Around six o'clock, Luca tells his brother and Nonna he's taking me somewhere private.

I love spending time with them, but I love it even more when it's just the two of us.

Luca has always been a romantic ever since we started dating. But this trip he was more so. He's been more sweet, more affectionate, more horny.

I don't mind it one bit.

I know I make a lot of comments about how Luca is going to propose any day now. It's mostly just joking. We've talked about getting married at length. And now we're both in a place we're ready to marry.

I'm twenty-six and he's twenty-seven. And we've been dating for over six years.

There have been times where I was sure he was going to propose. Like the time he surprised me with a trip to Fiji. Or the time he rented out an entire fancy restaurant so we can have it for ourselves.

The first time I was certain he's going to pop the question but didn't, I felt a little disappointed. But I know he's going to make it special and would ask me when he's ready, too.

We walk hand in hand along the busy promenade of Taormina. This place is like heaven. It's little and quiet but has a lot to offer. I've been here a few times with Luca, but each time is special.

"It's not that hot," I observe. It's July, and it's been really hot but today was the perfect temperature.

"You're hot." He squeezes my hand.

I roll my eyes but still lean into him. He turns left and takes me with him down a steep staircase. At the end of the stairs, the view makes me stop in my tracks.

The color of the sand is light, almost white, and the color of the water is the prettiest shade of blue I've seen.

He tugs at my hand, and I snap out of my stupor.

"Luca," I glance around. "You know I'm obsessed with beaches and all, but I'm pretty sure I saw a sign that says 'private.'"

"Yeah?" He glances behind my shoulder. "Are you sure? Your Italian isn't perfect, you know?"

"[What's not perfect is the fact that your own Nonna thinks my accent is better than yours.]" I say in perfect Italian.

I've become pretty fluent in the language and I'm proud of that fact.

He grins at me and shakes his head to get a curl out of his brow. It's cute as fuck and I know he mostly grows out his hair just for me. So I can tangle my fingers in it when his mouth is on my pussy or when I teach my climax.

My tug tightens, and I step closer to him.

"No, but seriously." I whisper. "I don't need the owner to come out with a gun and shoot us for trespassing. And you know how entitled these rich people are."

"We are also rich, remember?" He reminds me. "Besides, we're not in America. If you're really sure you saw that sign, the owners will politely tell us to get lost."

"Okay." I relent. Because he's right. People here are overly polite.

We walk along the shoreline, chatting about our trip so far and what we need to do the next few days we have left.

Of course, he suggests different sex positions and toys we should try.

Usually it's me who has a dirty mind, but I've rubbed on him and I don't know who's worse.

In the corner of my eyes I see something that catches my eyes and I gasp at the view.

There are candles in two lanes leading to a table set up. On the table, there are flowers, a wine bottle and glasses and two plates with a deck on them, hiding the meal.

"Oh, we are definitely trespassing." I pivot to turn back, but Luca's big arms wrap around me to keep me in place.

"We're not." He assures me in that deep voice of his.

I look at him, the way his eyes are light and how he's barely containing his excitement.

"Oh my god." I mumble. "You did this for us?" 

"What? No. We're trespassing, remember?" One corner of his lips lifts.

I hit his arm, still not believing he actually set this up for the two of us.

"I know you're hungry and the food is getting cold. Let's go." He grabs my hand again and leads me to the seat. He pulls it for me and I gingerly take a seat.

He pours wine for us and we raise our glasses.

"What are we toasting to?" I ask, not taking my eyes off him.

"To a new chapter." His answer is a little cryptic but I let it slide as we clink our glasses and take a sip.

We leisurely eat our food—ravioli—while chatting and talking about nothing and everything. The sun set a few minutes ago, but the moonlight is shining enough light.

Swallowing my last sip of wine, I stand up and near Luca, grabbing his hand. "Dance with me."

He gets to his feet and we dance to no music. Just to the sound of the waves crashing.

Sure, I love flashy things and big gestures, but these small intimate moments are my favorites with Luca. 

We dance for a few minutes with our arms around each other and my cheek on his chest before he breaks the silence.

"Hey, Bella." He lifts my chin with a finger.

"Si?" I grin at him.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

He grabs my hands from around his neck and lowers them in front of us before he dips down to one knee.

One. Fucking. Knee.

Oh my god.

"Bella," his voice quivers as his eyes shine.

"Yes!" I yell, squeezing his hands.

He chuckles and plants a kiss on my knuckles.

"I know you don't believe me when I say this, but for me, it was love at first sight."

"Oh my god." I mumble, not believing what is happening.

"From the minute I set my eyes on you, I knew I'd fall in love." He stares intently into my eyes. "And I did. Badly."

"Yes, yes, yes." I yell again, not waiting for him to ask the question. I lower to my knees and plant kisses all over his face.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Let me finish." He pulls back and reaches his back pocket for a light blue box.

Oh my god.

"Yes!" I yell again, my mind not thinking straight.

He laughs and shakes his head. "Bella, I prepared this speech and you're making me forget it."

"Right." I straighten. "Sorry. Continue."

But because I'm so happy and excited, I do a little dance and squeal.

"I can't imagine a more perfect person to spend the rest of my life with. Each day, I fall more in love with you than yesterday."

His voice trembles and his hands shake as he lifts the lid of the box. But I don't even look at the ring. His eyes pull me in. I can't look anywhere else even if I wanted to.

"Isabella," he gives me a wobbly smile. "Will you marry me and spend the rest of my life with me—"

"Yes!" I yell from the top of my lungs. "Yes, yes. Fuck yes."

I lunge and hug him, making him fall to his back with me on top of him.

My heart is beating at an u healthy speed. His is too beneath me. We sloppily kiss, our smiles getting in the way. But we don't care. We're happy and in love and fucking engaged.

Holy shit.

Is this real?

"Let me put the ring on you." He says in between kisses.

"Right." I chuckle and barely pull back.

He pulls the ring out and my breath hitches. The diamond is a marquis cut, resting on a shiny golden band.

I remember one time I was sitting with my back against his chest and scrolling on Instagram. A post of different diamond cuts came up, and I commented the number of the cut I liked most. And it was a marquis cut.

I always thought I wanted a round or rectangle cut for my engagement ring. But a marquis cut is different and unique. And Luca remembered that.

He grabs my hand and gently slides the ring on my ring finger. It fits perfectly. Of course it does.

My eyes mist again and I stare at it for a moment before meeting Luca's gaze again.

"It's beautiful."

"Even more so now that it's on your finger." He caresses my cheek with his thumb.

"You know what's even more beautiful?" I lean down so my lips dance along his.

"What?"

"Me on my knees with your cock in my mouth."

This man right here deserves his cock sucked real good.

"Bella." He groans and palms my head to fuse our lips.

"Let's go." I stand up and pull him to his feet as well. We start walking before I stop and turn to the beautiful dinner table. "What about this?"

"It's taken care of." He types something on his phone before we resume walking. Or more like running.

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A/N:

Luca finally proposed!!!! 😱🥰

Don't forget to read the next part of this chapter. It's spicy as hell 🥵🥵