Luca's arms went underneath Sophia and he pushed her higher onto the bed. He stared down at her hungrily, trying to control himself and being met with pain as his instinct tried to win over his conscience.
He wouldn't let his instinct drag him down and sink to the level of other men. They were the same men who made her insecure enough to want to hide herself from him.
After all, the woman in his grasp was far beyond other women. He didn't have to have memories to know with his entire being that she was made for him.
The lights were off in her room but the sun hadn't even set yet so she could see his eyes, full of lust, set on her body.
He could see everything. Every one of her freckles or, what she deemed to be, imperfections was on display for him to criticize. It made her want to put her hands over her body, but again she found herself gripping the bedding, trying not to ruin the moment. His gaze spoke of nothing but admiration and longing.
