A Z A L E A

Chapter 12

AZALEA

I woke up with the sun streaks hitting my face, the moment I opened my eyes I realized that Luca is still fast asleep beside me.

My head rested on his chest while he had one protective arm wrapped around me.

I tried to make my movements minimal, not wanting to wake him up.

He looked so peaceful sleeping, vulnerable almost, like there is nothing in the world that could hurt him, but I know too well that that is not the case.

He is the boss of the Italian mafia, he kills people, he is dangerous, a criminal. Peace is not in he's vocabulary.

But despite knowing all that, I still found myself accepting him for who he is.

Why? I don't know.

I hate the idea that he's into stuff like those but I can't find it in myself to hate him, I can't.

I stared at his face, I've only realized now how perfect Luca is.

He has thick brows, a straight nose, cupid lips and very long lashes, and to perfect the combo, his skin is clear and it looks so dewy like a honey.

If I don't know better I'd even say he even looks prettier than me.

God took his time on this one.

I saw his eyes fluttered open slowly, his pupils dilating like he's trying to focus it then it landed on me.

A smile slowly graced his lips making me smile too.

"Buongiorno," (good morning)  I greeted him and his eyes gleamed with surprised.

I giggled at his reaction.

"I've been learning for a while now, I asked Rosalie to help me," I explained to him and he nodded in response.

"Buongiorno Mia moglie" he greeted me back before tightening his hold on me making me lean to him more, he nuzzled his face in my neck taking in my scent.

I squealed when he planted a kiss and bit softly on my skin.

"Luca! No!" I laughed but he did not stop.

He flipped us over.

Now I'm under him as he continued to bite and lick on the exposed skin on my neck.

I lay there, hopeless, with this man hovering over me.

"You smell good Cara mia," he said as he continued his little assault on my neck, now sucking on the skin.

I let out a small moan unconsciously as I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling at it sometime.

He groaned in response.

Then he stopped, he raised his head to look at me, he looked so serious all of a sudden.

"Azalea, can I.. Kiss you?" he looked so scared asking for my permission.

Luca Moretti is scared?

I couldn't help the smile on my face thinking that Luca Moretti is scared of me.