Lyla could feel the intense heat and pressure radiating from his body, making her heartbeat erratic.
Carlo suddenly lifted his head, his gaze darkening with a forceful, unyielding intensity. He placed his hand on her denim-clad hips, his touch firm but not painful, as if he was holding back a restless urge. One by one, their clothes fell away, exposing Lyla’s skin to the warm air, and she could feel the temperature in the room rise with it.
His fingers trailed over her shoulder, the heat from his touch sending a shiver down her spine. It felt as though Carlo was in command of every inch of her skin. Bit by bit, her rational thoughts crumbled under the weight of his gentle yet relentless actions, her resistance melting away as her body responded to his.
That night, in the empty apartmen
