I woke to the press of his mouth between my thighs.
Gentle. Intentional. Like he had all the time in the world—and I was the only thing worth worshipping.
My breath hitched before my eyes even opened. The room was quiet, the kind of hush that only came before chaos. But Luca was already awake, already tasting me like I was his favorite kind of trouble.
“Good morning, bambina,” he murmured against my skin, voice low and reverent.
I arched into him, fingers clutching the sheets. “You’re supposed to be letting me sleep.”
“I am,” he said, lips trailing upward, slow and deliberate. “I’m just making sure you wake up happy.”
I laughed—soft, breathless, already undone. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re marrying me anyway.”
His mouth found mine next, and I melted. Today was supposed to be ab
