His hand locked behind her back as he pulled her close, his lips unrelenting as they showered kisses along her neck.
Vivian's lips parted slightly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as her legs grew weaker with each passing second. If Leone hadn’t been supporting her, she would have collapsed by now.
Gently, Vivian pushed him away, and the two stared into each other's eyes. "You need to control your urges," she stated firmly.
"I have been controlling on myself," Leone asserted, his voice a mix of restraint and desire. "You look pretty, so you don't have to doubt yourself," he added.
Vivian hummed in response. "When will the ceremony start?" she queried.
"In an hour probably," Leone said and held her hand to bring her to the sofa. As she made her sit on it, he took out another bag
