Rosette's point of view~~~
At the sight of his glorious manhood, my body trembled with a need I couldn’t suppress.
His ice-gray eyes locked onto mine like a hunter claiming his prize.
I felt small beneath him.
“You’re mine, Rose,” he growled, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
He stepped closer, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading them wider as he positioned himself between my legs.
The dominance in his touch was undeniable. His fingers dug into my flesh with a possessiveness that made my heart race.
“No one else gets to have you like this—ever.”
His words seared into my soul, and I nodded weakly, my voice lost in the overwhelming pleasure that enveloped me.
“Cesare, please…” I whispered, my tone soft and pleading.
He chuckled, a dark, satisfied so
