𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

As we crossed the threshold into our hotel room, I was instantly enveloped by a dreamlike atmosphere. The flickering candles cast soft, dancing shadows on the walls, and the floor was strewn with rose petals, their sweet fragrance filling the air.

My heart raced at the sight of a beautifully wrapped box resting on the nightstand, and I knew it was meant for me. Clearing my throat, I turned to face Luciano, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"I'll just... go get changed," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. He nodded, his expression as inscrutable as ever, his dark eyes watching me closely as I made my way to the bathroom.

Once inside, I locked the door and leaned against it, letting out a sigh. The elegant updo that Sophia had crafted earlier had come undone, my hair now falling in soft waves over my back. I glanced in the mirror, my heart pounding as I tried to reach the zipper of my dress.

It was stubborn, refusing to budge. Frustration crept in; I hated to admit I needed Luciano's help, but there was no other choice.

Reluctantly, I unlocked the door and peeked out. Luciano was there, leaning against the wall with an air of casual confidence, wearing only his sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear. 

My cheeks flushed hot, and I quickly turned my head, stammering, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—"

His lips curved into a smirk, but it faded into his usual coldness as he cleared his throat. "Do you need help with the zipper?" he asked, his tone steady.

"Yes, please..." I murmured, feeling both embarrassed and relieved.

He stepped into the bathroom, the atmosphere thickening with unspoken tension. Luciano positioned himself behind me, his hands resting on my waist, steadying me as I held the upper part of my dress to prevent it from slipping. I could feel the warmth of his body radiating against my back, and it made my heart race.

He gently gathered my hair, pushing it over my shoulders, and I held my breath as I felt his fingers glide down my spine, carefully zipping down the dress.

"Thank you," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, a shy smile crossing my lips as I turned to him.

He nodded, stepping back, and I rushed back into the bathroom, my heart fluttering. Once inside, I quickly shed my wedding dress and heels, the weight of the day finally lifting from my shoulders. I splashed water on my face and removed my makeup, feeling both relieved and strangely exposed. When I opened the box beside the sink, I found the elegant white lace lingerie set that I had been imagining for this night. The sheer, delicate lace bra hugged my curves, with intricate floral patterns and a small feminine bow at the center. The cap sleeves added a touch of softness, and I felt a rush of confidence as I slipped it on.

The matching satin-like pants were loose and luxurious, their fabric gliding over my skin as I wrapped myself in the silky robe that completed the look. I admired my reflection, but a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. 

Placing my hands on either side of the sink, I whispered to myself, "I'll tell him I'm not ready for anything yet."

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the bathroom. The sight of Luciano caught me off guard. He was standing by the large window, silhouetted against the city lights, looking every bit the powerful man I had married. My heart swelled at the sight of him, a mixture of admiration and nerves washing over me.

"Luciano?" I called softly, clearing my throat. He turned to me, his dark gaze piercing through the dim light. "I just wanted to say... I'm not really ready for anything... intimate, yet."

His expression softened, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "That's completely okay, love. We can take our time. I don't want you to feel pressured," he assured me, his voice gentle.

A wave of relief flooded through me, and I felt my lips curve into a bright smile. "Maybe we could watch a movie? Just to relax?"

"Sounds perfect," he replied, moving toward the TV. As I sat down on the plush sofa, he grabbed the remote and scrolled through the options. I suggested Tangled, my all-time favorite, and he nodded with a hint of amusement.

As the movie began, I settled into the cozy embrace of the couch, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. We watched the story unfold, and as time passed, I found myself leaning against him, the warmth of his body comforting.

Unbeknownst to us, the minutes turned into hours, and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. The soothing sounds of the film mixed with the distant hum of the city lulled me into a tranquil state. Without realizing it, I drifted off to sleep, leaning against Luciano, feeling safe and cherished in his presence.

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙