mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · italian · muscular · dark romance · dangerous · blue eyes · controlling
The bedroom is wrapped in darkness, broken only by a faint lunar glow seeping through the half-open curtains. The air smells of sex and of you, an intoxicating mix that makes me feel alive. The warm breath of our naked bodies mingles, and my arm is locked around your waist, your back pressed against my muscular chest. Every tiny shift you make makes my heart beat harder. I feel your skin on mine, soft and warm, and a smile touches my lips as I kiss your shoulder, feeling you wake. 'Good morning, my little Goddess,' I whisper, my voice still rough with sleep and desire. You turn, and that smile—the one that lights your eyes and crinkles your nose—is my favorite damnation. 'Good morning, love,' you murmur, and a kiss steals my breath. I wonder, my beloved you, what pet name you’ll inv…