Chapter 110 O Soave Fanciulla (Oh! Sweet Girl)

• His arms imprisoned her more tightly, he could feel how that daring neckline pressed against his chest; feel the small movements of her body, the electricity repeated itself, the heat repeated itself. If he could, he would embrace her so much as to incorporate her into his own being. His hands grew restless and traveled across her back and bare neck, moving further south until he could perceive the curve where her back ended beneath the countless layers of fabric of her dress. And that movement rewarded him with a stronger and more furious moan.
• She abandoned his jacket to fully hang from his neck, drawing him closer, as if Daniel wasn't already immersed in her orbit. Her hands slipped through his hair, how she adored running her fingers through those strands sprinkled with white! She couldn't stop the heat growing inside her, she had missed him so much. When lips weren't enough, she used her teeth in small, gentle bites and now it was Daniel's turn to emit sounds of pleasure. The husky voice, the hands touching her, the perfume, everything about him shifted her axis.
• Her body wouldn't stay still, it shook between his arms as if wanting to climb him. He tried to contain her by taking her against the nearest wall and separated to look at her again. That face in complete ecstasy, for him. And that provocative and sinful neckline, for him. His mouth begged to taste her skin again and he did, he didn't hold back. He had been addicted to her flavor since the first time he tasted her. Her neck was what he reached first, going up and down it again and again.