The Salvation Of Victoria

｡⋆୨୧˚ Chapter 37.Bare and Bold

｡⋆୨୧˚ Chapter 37. Bare and Bold
｡⋆୨୧˚Victoria's POV

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. I entered, balancing a tray of breakfast in my hands, a small smile playing on my lips.

Alessandro lay in bed, the sheets tangled around his muscular frame. His dark hair was charmingly tousled, and his eyes, usually so vibrant, appeared weary.

"Good morning," I cooed, setting the tray down on the bedside table. I walked over to the curtains, my satin robe flowing behind me, and pulled them open, allowing the sunlight to flood the room.

"Morning," he rumbled, his voice deep and husky from sleep. I turned to face him, my heart fluttering at the sound.

"Breakfast is served," I announced, picking up the tray again and bringing it to him. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the food.

"Did you make this?" He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Gia made the breakfast, but I prepared the smoothie for you." I pointed to the vibrant strawberry concoction, my signature drink. He sat up, propping himself against the headboard, and took the tray onto his lap.

"Thank you, love." He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, his touch sending a spark through my body.

I wanted more. It had been weeks since we'd shared any real intimacy, and my body craved his. Especially now, as I felt the familiar ache of ovulation. I longed to feel his strong hands on my skin, his lips on mine. As he ate, I observed him, my mind wandering.

Alessandro had been distant since his father's passing. He spent most of his days in bed or secluded in his office, working tirelessly. I understood his grief, but I yearned to bring him comfort, to remind him of the passion we shared.

Setting the tray aside, I approached the bed, my movements deliberate. I untied my satin robe, letting it slide off my shoulders, and stood before him in my white lace lingerie.

"Love..." Alessandro's voice trailed off, his eyes drinking in my form.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Amor, I need you," I whispered, my breath warm against his skin.

He placed his hands on my waist, his touch sending shivers through me. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes glistening with desire. Leaning in, I peppered kisses along his jawline, down to his neck, my lips brushing against his sensitive skin.

"I've been longing for you," I confessed, my voice hoarse with want. "I want you inside me, filling me with that incredible cock of yours." A low groan escaped his throat as I spoke, his hands tightening on my hips.

"God, you're driving me crazy." I giggled softly, my lips brushing his ear.

"That's the idea. I want to feel you, all of you, stretching me, making me scream your name." I nipped his earlobe gently, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest through his shirt.

"Please, Alessandro, fuck me," I pleaded, my voice breathless. I rocked my hips against him, feeling his hardness beneath his pants. His moan vibrated against my neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.