AYLA
"Touch me."
Dark-blue eyes stared into mine for what felt like forever.
And like the star filled sky, lowered beside my head and I felt my body burst with bliss.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do next time, Bambolina."
Christ!
Who has the time to be proud with all these emotions?
The feel of Don Cassian's hand on my skin made my insides burn.
Warm.
Hot.
Sweet.
His lips followed suit, licking and leaving hickeys.
Pressure grown between my legs and I wanted nothing else but for him to fill me.
"Mia Bambolina." His breath brushed my ear.
All hail sweetness!
Heat climbed up my spine and I arched my body towards his hardness.
"How do you want it?" His voice hoarse and sexy made my breast tighten.
My nipples felt sore.
"Any way's perfect."
The moment his lips met mine, cold air brushed my skin, dragging me out of the lust-laden dream.
