Valentina wanted to resist him. She wanted to push him away and curse him out at the same time.
Instead, her fingers curled into his shirt before she even knew what she was doing.
It was instinctual.
She pulled him closer, matching his every breath and heat.
Luciano lost to her the part of himself that honed control.
A groan escaped his throat, as her mouth further opened, and he touched her tongue.
His hand began to wander downward. Further it went, testing just how far she was willing to go.
Their lips pulled apart, and she whispered his name.
"Luciano."
Her voice was breathless, and like music to his ear.
A smile formed at the corner of his lips, as he watched her face now.
She couldn't look at him. She didn't dare for fear she would reveal her darkest desires.
Desires that never were until she met him. Desires that made her feel dirty, and a betrayer.
A betrayer to her own person. Because she vividly remembered swearing of sex and everything that had to do with it.
