"Yes, I’m hungry," Rosa whispered. Her voice was a low, melodic rasp, more sensual than anything he’d ever heard from her. She was completely drowned in it, her honey-brown eyes a dark, glazed reflection of her body’s raw need. She reached down, her fingers locking around his wrist with a strength that surprised him. Looking straight into his eyes, she guided his hand upward. His fingers disappeared beneath the silk of her dress, and the second his skin grazed her damp heat, he let out a guttural growl."Fuck, you’re soaking for me, baby."Rosa’s breath hitched, her spine arching as she leaned back on her palms. The friction was an exquisite torture."Then what are you going to do about it?" her hooded eyes challenged him.Luciano let out a dark, low chuckle that vibrated through the table before his fingers drove into action, ruthless and precise.*Meanwhile, on the rooftop, Luca and Lucy were completely lost in their own world. Luca had arranged for them to cut a cake together whi
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