She wasn’t in her bed anymore.

She was somewhere warmer, wrapped in soft sheets, feeling her body melting beneath hands.

His hands.

They weren’t gentle, no they touched her like they owned her, claimed with hot caresses.

Heat crawled over her skin as his fingers trailed up her thighs, gripping them, moulding them to his touch.

His hot breath brushed against the shell of her ear, "You're mine, Dolcezza."

Her body arched under him, her shallow breaths panted and her body trembled, ...