Sofia

The first thing I felt wasn't the sun streaming through the balcony doors or the heavy silk of the duvet, it was wet heat.

A low hum vibrated against my chest, pulling me from the depths of a heavy, exhausted sleep. I blinked my eyes open, disoriented for a fraction of a second before the sensation registered fully.

Luca was buried in my chest, his dark head moving rhythmically. His mouth was latched onto my left breast, sucking hard, his tongue swirling over the sensitive nipple with ...