Romani Prince

The Romani prince crashed into my life with his bad boy looks and reputation, invading my heart with his poetic and passionate soul... And then, he was gone...

I close my eyes and sigh. "This feels so good. Here, just like this..."

Luka caresses my back and plays with a strand of my hair. "We'll make it work, mierea. You'll see. Trust me, okay?"

Holding my chin, Luka gently makes me look up at him. "You look so pretty in this green dress with your long dark hair... Raul is right. You look like a Roma woman, do you know that?"

Luka rolls me on my back again, carefully studying my face. The tips of his fingers softly tracing my nose, my cheekbones, my chin.

"Luka..." I roll my eyes.

"Shhh..." His fingers run through my hair and gently touch my ears, my silver hoops. "The perfect Roma girl..."

I shake my head, but then, his hand slides down my throat, my collarbone.

His fingers brush the side of my breast, and he slowly glides his hand down my side, down my waist, and around my hip. "The perfect Romani princess..."

Holding my breath, I close my eyes. All my attention focused on his soft touch.

On a daring move, Luka's hand lazily slides around my back. He grabs my ass and stops. His fingers are digging into my firm curves. "My perfect woman."