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Adelyn Laurent; the only child to the rulers of the French Mafia. Treated nothing less than a princess her whole life, she dreamt of travelling the world, escaping her father's strict gaze and starting her very own French Patisser...
"Is there anything you want to do today?" Luca asks me as he clears the plates from the table. I shake my head, letting my legs dangle from where I'm sitting on the Island Bench.
He raises an eyebrow at me, "So you're saying there's nothing you've wanted to do for the entire month you were gone?" he asks in disbelief.
"You," I say slyly, my eyes slanting as I look at him with a smirk. He chuckles and walks over to me, his hands pulling me closer by my waist as he presses a kiss onto my lips, "Not whilst your injured," he murmurs, causing me to frown. "Rude," I mutter, as he continues to kiss me, causing me to roll my eyes as I kiss him back.
My arms wrap around his neck as he pulls me closer, my legs wrapping around his torso as our lips move together, my hands gently tugging on his hair. His hands slide to my ass and I moan into the kiss as he gently squeezes my ass cheek.
He chuckles as his hands make their way back to my waist, cutting off all space between us. His hand comes up to tilt my chin up, breaking the kiss as we maintain eye contact. "What do you want my love? I can get you anything in the world," he asks again, his tone gentle as his fingers gently clasp my face.
"Let's go on a walk, to a nice garden," I suggest, suddenly missing our walks together. Luca smiles and presses a slow kiss onto my lips, "That sounds perfect," he murmurs, his thumb drawing small circles on my cheek as he continues kissing me. I giggle and he picks me up, scattering my face with kisses as he walks me upstairs to our room.
He finally sets me down in our walk-in robe and I assess the clothing in front of me. Since it's sunny outside I settle for a cream coloured dress littered with pretty flowers, letting my hair hang loose down my back.
Her dress:
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I walk out of the walk-in robe to see Luca sitting on the bed buttoning his shirt up. He smiles when he sees me, reaching his hands out to me, "My pretty girl," he says, sitting me in his knee as he kisses my nose.
I feel a blush come to my cheeks as I continue buttoning up his shirt for him. "My pretty boy," I tease, causing him to roll his eyes at me. He loops an arm around my waist and rests his hand on my thigh, his hand trailing down to rest on my inner thigh. I let out a small sigh when I feel him drawing small hearts on my scars.
He's drawing stars around my scars.
Hearts. He's drawing hearts on your scars.
Even better.
I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my chin on his head, never wanting this moment to end.
I feel butterflies swarm my stomach when Luca reaches up to kiss the light bruising on my neck, barely visible but still noticeable to me. His kisses move down to my forearms and his head dips to kiss the bruise on my stomach over my dress. I cup his face with my hands and kiss his soft lips, wanting to show him the same affection he's shown me, wanting him to know that he means as much to me as I do to him. Wanting him to know that I'm falling in love.
