Alessia Mancini
The moonlight filtering through the gauzy curtains cast Giovanni's bedroom in an ethereal glow. I felt his eyes on me as I reached behind my back to unzip my dress, the whisper of fabric against skin loud in the hushed room. My fingers trembled slightly as I stepped out of the garment, hyperaware of Giovanni's intense gaze.
I bent to remove my shoes, the act of undressing feeling suddenly intimate in a way it never had before. As I straightened, I caught sight of my reflection in the full-length mirror - all soft curves and pale skin in the silvery light. Behind me, Giovanni's dark form loomed, still fully clothed in his impeccable suit.
His large hands settled on my waist, warm through the thin lace of my underwear. I tilted my head back, meeting his smoldering gaze in
