𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

22

3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿:

As Kailani stirred awake, the first thing she felt was Salvatore’s intense presence looming beside the bed, his silent gaze fixed on her, as always. A soft giggle bubbled up from her lips as she stretched, knowing she had his full attention even before she was fully awake.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice light and soft as usual.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes as she peeked at him with a shy smile. Salvatore’s gloved hand reached out, grabbing her by her waist to pull her up, guiding her from the bed, his fingers grazing her waist as she stood.

“Thank you, kind sir” she said with a light giggle, not knowing that word had lit a flame inside him.
His hand slid from her small waist to her wide hip.

They walked to the "bathroom" together, with him right behind her. Kailani felt his fingers brush against the back of her lower back, lingering just a little longer than necessary. She caught his reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth, his dark eyes watching her every move. His fingers trailed up and down the back of her thigh. It was as if he couldn’t bear not to be touching her, even for a second. His, tall, huge muscular frame looming behind him the whole time.

After finishing up in the bathroom, Kailani felt her stomach rumble, and without a word, Salvatore led her back to the bed.

He slid a plate in front of her, but his fingers lingered on her shoulder, tracing her collarbone slowly before drifting down her back. She tried to focus on the food, but it was impossible with the way his touch stayed on her skin, light but ever-present. His thumb brushed her neck, making her giggle softly as she chewed, her face flushing under the intensity of his attention.

“what?” she asked with a breathy laugh, looking up at him through her lashes. He didn’t respond, as usual, but the way his hand moved lower, just grazing her thigh.

When she was done, Kailani leaned back against the headboard, feeling her body relax as the meal settled.

Suddenly, Salvatore’s hands were on her again. He gripped her waist and hoisted her up from the chair as though she weighed nothing, a playful squeal escaping her lips as her feet left the floor.

“Sal! What are you—” Her sentence dissolved into a fit of giggles as he flipped her with ease, his large hands grasping her hips as he tossed her effortlessly into the air. Her body twirled weightlessly, her heart racing with excitement as he caught her by the waist, holding her aloft like she was a toy.

Kailani’s laughter filled the room as he flipped her upside down, her hair falling toward the floor as her arms dangled above her head. “I'm gonna fall!” she squealed, kicking her legs playfully in the air. His grip was unyielding, firm but controlled, as if he could do this all day without breaking a sweat.

With one fluid motion, he flipped her back up, catching her mid-air before tossing her backward over his shoulder. Her stomach did a flip as she landed on his broad back, her arms flailing as she laughed uncontrollably, the sensation of being so effortlessly manhandled making her feel light and giddy.

“You’re big” she giggled breathlessly, her voice full of warmth as she clung to his neck. But she loved it. The way he held her so easily, the way he flipped and tossed her—it made her feel alive in a way nothing else did.

He didn’t respond, but his hand slid down to the back of her thigh, gripping her firmly as he spun her around again, tossing her onto the bed. She landed with a soft thud, bouncing.
Before she could sit up, Salvatore was already hovering over her, his hands gripping her waist as he adjusted her position.