~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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The streaming rays of sunlight hit my face, dragging me gently from sleep. I blinked my eyes open, feeling a heavy weight draped across me.
Looking down, I found him—Luciano—sleeping peacefully, his breath slow, his muscles twitching with every exhale.
After everything he told me last night, I couldn't help but see him differently. His heart may be steeped in darkness, but somewhere—buried deep—was a world made of light.
A world only few would ever glimpse. And somehow, he let *me* see it.
But I don't want him to change.
It was his darkness that made me fall in love with the beast in the first place.
I raked my fingers gently through his soft hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his ear.
Smiling, I tried to slide out from under his arm—but his grip tightened possessively around my waist.
"Luciano," I whined playfully, "let me go. I need to pee."
He groaned low in his throat but released me—reluctantly.
After emptying my bladder, I peeled off his shirt and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my skin.
I stood there for a while, letting the heat relax my muscles, washing my hair, lost in thought and sensation.
I didn't hear him come in.
But I *felt* him.
Strong arms wrapped around my waist, dragging my slick, wet body back into his chest. I gasped as his hard cock pressed against the curve of my ass.
"Camila," he growled into my ear, voice gravelly with sleep and desire.
My breath caught in my throat.
"Luciano... w-what are you doing?" I managed, already knowing the answer.
"Ever heard of shower sex, *dolcezza*?"
He trailed his mouth down my shoulder, biting into my skin hard enough to leave bruises—marks of ownership. I let out a moan and arched into him, grinding back against his dick, my body betraying any hesitation.
His fingers slid between my thighs, parting my folds, stroking me like he owned every inch of me. The other hand found my breast, thumb rolling over my aching nipple.
He spun me around and pinned me to the wall with one smooth motion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him in place. His dark eyes roamed my body—hungry, feral—like I was his final meal.
My juices mixed with the water trailing down my thighs.
"Mine," he growled, kissing me hard, like he could devour my soul.
