Chapter 38 Carving Pleasure Into Her

• A wicked, obscenely slow smile spread across Vincenzo’s lips as his hands glided over Vittoria’s thighs, firm and deliberate, exploring with commanding authority.
• His fingers crept under her dress, touching her skin with a possessive heat that made her gasp, the sound escaping her throat not from surprise but from pure, delicious anticipation.
• “There’s no going back, bella,” Vincenzo murmured, his voice husky and drawn out like a forbidden spell, his lips trailing slowly along the curve of her neck. “After this, you’ll feel me every time you cross your legs.”