Todos los capítulos de The Devil's Forbidden Obsession: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

SELENE’S POVThe dawn arrived soft and silver, without fanfare—no harsh light, no sudden noise, just a gentle brightening of the sky as if the world itself was waking slowly. I stirred gradually, conscious first of the warmth beside me: Lorenzo’s arm heavy across my waist, his breath slow and steady against my shoulder, the faint, familiar scent of him—sea salt, leather, and something uniquely, permanently his—wrapping around me like a second skin. For a long moment, I kept my eyes closed, lingering in the quiet space between sleep and wakefulness, where yesterday’s peace and tomorrow’s promise blended into one perfect present.He woke as he always did—alert but gentle, no startle, no confusion. His arm tightened faintly before his eyes opened, dark and clear even in the dim light, finding mine instantly. A faint, tender smile touched the corners of his mouth, and he lifted his hand to brush a stray lock of hair back from my face, his thumb lingering over my cheekbone with a reverence

SELENE’S POVThe dawn broke in soft layers—pale lavender bleeding into honey-gold, spilling gently through the linen curtains and gilding the edges of the rumpled sheets. I woke slowly, drifting upward from a sleep that had been deep and untroubled, the kind that leaves you feeling rested to your very bones. Before I even opened my eyes, I felt him: Lorenzo’s arm draped heavy and warm across my waist, his breath slow and steady against the back of my neck, the familiar, comforting scent of him—sun-warmed linen, sea salt, and something uniquely, permanently his—wrapping around me like a second skin.I shifted slightly, turning in the circle of his arm until I faced him. His eyes were already open—dark, clear, and watching me with that quiet, unwavering intensity that still made my heart flutter. There was no guardedness in his gaze, no shadow of duty or suspicion; just him—fully present, fully mine.“You’ve been awake long?” I murmured, my voice soft against the quiet room.“Long enoug

SELENE’S POVThe morning arrived gently, not with a burst of light, but as a soft, pearlescent glow seeping through the linen curtains, quiet and unassuming. I woke slowly, consciousness rising like the tide—slow, calm, certain—aware first of the solid warmth beside me. Lorenzo’s arm lay heavy across my waist, his hand resting flat and secure just above my hip, his breathing deep and even against the back of my neck. The air in the room was cool, carrying the faint, briny scent of the open sea, and for a long moment, I kept my eyes closed, lingering in the space between dreams and waking where everything felt perfect and untouched.When I shifted slightly, his arm tightened instinctively, and a heartbeat later, his breathing shifted. He woke as he always did—alert but calm, no startle, no confusion—turning his head until his gaze found mine in the soft light, dark and clear and steady. A faint, tender smile touched the corners of his mouth, and he lifted his hand to brush a stray lock

SELENE’S POVThe dawn broke soft and unhurried, light filtering through the terrace doors in pale honey streaks, quiet as a breath. I woke gradually, the first sensation being Lorenzo’s warmth beside me—his arm heavy and secure across my waist, his breathing deep and even against the back of my neck, the faint, familiar scent of him—sun-warmed stone, sea salt, and something uniquely his—wrapping around me like a second skin. There was no noise, no urgency, no distant summons from the world we had left behind; only the soft, rhythmic murmur of the tide far below and the gentle rustle of wind in the jasmine vines climbing the villa’s stone walls.I lay perfectly still for a long while, careful not to break the stillness, memorizing the shape of him beside me, the rise and fall of his chest, the peace that had settled over his features. But he woke easily, as he always did—alert but calm, no startle, no confusion—turning his head until his gaze found mine in the dim light, dark and clear

SELENE'S POV“Marco,” Lorenzo greeted, his voice warm and genuine, a side of him I had rarely seen. He released my hand only to clasp the old man’s forearm in a firm, respectful grip. “I have been… away. But I am here now. And I have someone I want you to meet.”He drew me forward, his hand resting gently at the small of my back, introducing me with quiet pride. “This is Selene. She is… everything to me.”The old man’s eyes twinkled as he looked me over, then he smiled and bowed his head slightly. “A pleasure, signorina. Any woman who has captured this one’s heart must be something special indeed. He was always a serious boy, even when he was small. It does my old heart good to see him smile like this.”My cheeks warmed, but I smiled back. “Thank you. It is wonderful to be here.”We walked slowly through the village, Lorenzo greeting people by name—shopkeepers, fishermen, mothers with children, elders sitting in the shade. He stopped at a