Matteo's Pov

As I hold her into me, soothing her into calmness, my wife seems to relax further with every passing second.

“Did I go too far, baby?” I ask, my mouth resting on the space behind her ear.

“No, no, not at all, Matteo.” She exhales a staggered breath as she turns around to face me, her eyes holding mine. “I’m perfect.”

“Purple looks good on your skin,” I say on a whisper, leaning down to fuse my lips with hers. She gasps into my mouth and I expel a sigh of ...