THIRD PERSON POV. Gabriella managed a nod, her words stuck in her throat.Marco shook his head, disapproving growl rumbling low in his chest. His lips touched her forehead in a light peck before holding her gaze again.“Userai le tue parole, sì?” he asked in Italian.Translation (You will use your words, yes?)She sucked in a nervous breath, inhaling his beautiful scent of spice. Unsure if she felt giddy from anticipation or fear. Maybe a dangerous mix of both.Marco was the kind of man she would've never spared a glance in the past. But now, enamoured in his deep gaze, rooted by his touch, gently molding her curves, she couldn't seem to look away.Her face warmed when he dropped another feathery kiss on the tip of her nose.His eyes never wavering from hers. Until she parted her lips with a breath of two syllables.“Marco…” Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer and raising herself on her toes to meet him halfway.“Posso io?” Her scent, vanilla and a mix of something f
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