Serena turns to Pietro, her eyes full of lust and her rosy lips puckering.
She gets paralyzed with lust as he places a hand on the back of her neck. Gently gripping her hair as he tilts her gaze to meet his.
Every limb in Serena's body tingles with anticipation and familiarity. She had been there before. The room smells of lilac and desire all around them.
Pietro's body and cheekbones seemed to be sculpted by a perfectionist, taking her breath away.
Serena feels the blood rush to her cheeks. And she tries to fight and suppress the urge to let her eyes break away from his.
Then, her eyes meet his. There is no silver doubt that he is the man that Serena had been looking for. A man that was hers and hers alone.
"For you, I will give..."
Serena placed her hand over Pietro's lips. She shook her head at him, that moment was way too precious to ruin with promises.
"No promises please," she pleaded.
