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AUTHOR’S POV
Luciano’s lips were relentless, his kisses deep and consuming as he carried Adeline toward the bedroom.
He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every second their mouths were connected, as if afraid she would disappear if he let go.
His hands held her securely against him, fingers pressing into her back, feeling the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her clothes.
Adeline’s fingers tangled in his thick, dark hair, pulling him closer, matching his intensity.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath uneven as she surrendered to the fire between them.
She felt weightless in his arms, but at the same time, she felt grounded—completely and utterly present in this moment, in his touch, in his kiss.
The bedroom door nudged open as Luciano stepped insi
