𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝑅𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑛

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Salvatore stood in the warm glow of their bedroom, he was dressed in his signature black suit, the half-mask obscuring the bottom half of his face, but his eyes-those intense, possessive eyes-were locked solely on Kailani. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs curled beneath her in a delicate, pale pink sundress that clung to her body in a way that made his chest tighten with need.

Tonight was different. He hadn't told her where they were going, but she knew from the look in his eyes that it was something special. His silence, though, was never cold-it was electric, filled with the unspoken adoration he showered her with. He had picked out a pair of pink heels for her earlier, their glossy finish reflecting the room's soft light.

Without hesitation, Salvatore knelt before her, the fabric of his suit brushing against her bare legs as he gently took one of her feet in his large hands. His size always contrasted so much with her, but in these moments, his touch was gentle-reverent, even. His fingers traced the arch of her foot, the cool leather of his gloves sending shivers up her spine. He didn't rush, didn't speak. He never needed to. His actions were filled with worship, the way he adored her every inch.

Before slipping on the first heel, Salvatore slowly lifted her foot toward his lips. She watched, her breath catching in her throat, as he carefully pulled his mask up just enough to reveal his lips. The world seemed to stop for a second, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a blanket. He pressed his lips tenderly against the bottom of her foot, a slow, lingering kiss that sent warmth flooding through her entire body. His gaze never left her face, watching the way her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly in surprise and pleasure.

When he pulled away, his mask fell back into place, but the heat in his eyes only intensified. Gently, he slipped the first heel onto her foot, adjusting the strap with meticulous care before repeating the same worshipful act with the other. Another kiss, softer this time but no less filled with obsession, landed on her other foot, leaving her cheeks flushed and her heart pounding.

Satisfied, Salvatore stood, his towering form making her feel smaller and more protected than ever. But tonight, he was soft, devoted. Moving behind her, he gathered her hair into his hands, his fingers sliding through her locks with a delicate touch. He braided her hair with practiced ease, his lips brushing against the top of her head as he worked, like every movement was a silent vow of his obsession. Each time his gloved hand passed over her neck, she could feel his breath-hot, wanting.

Once her hair was done, he stepped around in front of her, lifting her chin with one gentle finger so their eyes met. His gloved hands caressed her cheeks as he admired her face with a hunger that only grew by the second. Then, without breaking the connection between them, Salvatore opened a small velvet box he'd retrieved earlier, filled with luxurious makeup and accessories. He applied the makeup himself, his fingers tender and precise as they painted her lips with a gloss that made her feel like a masterpiece under his gaze. Every stroke of his brush was filled with adoration, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw afterward, as if to make sure everything was perfect.

He stepped back to survey his work, his dark eyes taking in every detail with a slow, deliberate gaze. He didn't speak, but the slight clench of his jaw and the way his gaze darkened told her everything-he was more than pleased. He was lost in her.

Without a word. His arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground as her feet dangled. Salvatore held her tightly, possessively, as if letting go wasn't an option. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as his hands slid down to grip her hips.

With one hand, he pulled out his phone and took a picture of them, his grip never loosening. But this time, it wasn't just a quick snap. He tilted her head back, her hair cascading down as his head rested in the curve of her neck, nuzzling closer. Her small hand rested against his chest, fingers clutching onto the smooth fabric of his suit as if he was her only anchor.