Enrico’s lips parted as if he was about to speak, but the words never came. His breath hitched as she deftly unbuckled the belt, her fingers working with a deliberate precision that left no room for hesitation. His body responded instinctively, his muscles tensing beneath her as he realized what was happening. She wasn’t just reacting to him anymore, she was steering the course.
Her hands slid up his torso, pushing aside his shirt, and revealing the toned lines of his chest. She watched his face carefully, noting every flicker of emotion, the surprise, the desire, the surrender.
His grip on her waist tightened slightly, his eyes locking onto hers. “Isabella,” he breathed, his voice low and rough, a warning and a question all at once. But she silenced him with a look, her eyes dark with
