~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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We didn't leave the room all day, my body still tingling and sore from earlier.
A tickle on my ear made me giggle and squirm on the bed.
"L-Luciano, stop, that tickles!" I squealed between laughs.
"Get up, or I'll keep going," he teased, and true to his word, his fingers didn't let up.
"Alright, alright!" I laughed harder, sitting up and leaning against the headboard, a wide smile plastered on my face.
"Come on, it's dusk. You need dinner," he said, scooping me up bridal-style and carrying me to the sofa.
The sight of the food made my mouth water. I settled onto his lap, grabbing a plate, but noticed he wasn't eating.
I turned to him, brows furrowed.
"Why aren't you eating?"
His eyes darkened, a predatory glint in them. "I want something else, Gem," he said, his voice dropping low, sending a shiver of arousal through me.
"Luciano," I moaned as his fingers teased my thighs, igniting a familiar heat.
"I'm still not over the pleasure from this morning," I protested weakly, my body already betraying me.
"And do I look like I care, Gemma?" he whispered against my ear, his lips brushing my earlobe.
My head fell back as he kissed and nipped, setting my skin on fire. I didn't finish my food before he carried me to the bathroom.
He filled the tub with warm water and scented gel, the air thick with a sweet, musky aroma. I settled between his legs, his broad back against the tub, his warmth enveloping me.
"Luciano, will I ever meet your aunt?" I asked, tracing circles on his chest.
"Of course, Gem. Once this mess with our enemies is over, we'll go to Sweden," he said, his voice soft but certain.
"She raised me after my parents died—she's like a mother to me. I want her to meet the woman who stole my heart."
My smile widened, and I leaned in for a quick kiss. I tried to pull back, but my growling beast yanked me closer, deepening the kiss.
Finally, he let go, his thumb caressing my cheek.
"I love you so much, Gem," he confessed, his voice raw. My heart thudded, still unaccustomed to hearing those words from him.
"I love you too," I whispered, and he claimed my lips again, hungry and possessive.
"I want you to ride me, Gem," he murmured against my mouth, his words sending a rush of heat between my thighs, my juices already leaking onto him.
I straddled him, grinding against his hardening cock. He let out a primal, sexy growl, his head falling back.
His hands gripped my ass, and I rolled my eyes in pleasure, lost in the sensation.
