Chapter 16 - The First Kiss|
The words hung in the warm, quiet air of the study like a sacred vow.
Hannah stared up into his storm-gray eyes, seeing no trace of the ruthless mafia Don—only a man who loved her with a fierce, absolute, and unshakeable devotion.
"I love you too, Luca," she whispered.
Luca leaned down and kissed her.
It was slow, deep, and heavy with three years of unspoken grief, sudden hope, and overwhelming passion. His lips claimed hers with a hard, possessive tenderness that swept away every remaining doubt in her soul.
Hannah let out a soft sigh against his mouth, her arms sliding up his broad chest, her fingers tangling into his short dark hair, pulling him closer.
Luca wrapped his broad arms around her waist, lifting her slightly off the hardwood floorboards, holding her small body against his frame as if she were the most precious treasure on earth.
When he finally broke the kiss, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together under the amber desk lamp.
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"You stay with me, Hannah," Luca promised softly against her lips. "In this house. In my life."
"I'm not going anywhere, Luca," she smiled through her tears, resting her cheek against his chest. "I'm right where I belong."
