Alessia Mancini
As we stepped into the next boutique, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood enveloped us. Delicate chimes tinkled softly as the door closed behind us, sealing us in a world of silk and lace. My eyes roamed over the displays, drinking in the intricate designs and luxurious fabrics.
Giovanni's hands settled on my waist, his chest pressed against my back. His breath tickled my ear as he leaned in close. "See anything you like, mia cara?"
I suppressed a shiver, acutely aware of his proximity and the heat radiating from his body. "Everything," I murmured, trailing my fingers over a black lace teddy. The material was gossamer-thin, leaving little to the imagination.
His grip tightened imperceptibly. "Try it on," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.
I turned in his arms,
