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Consent is an essential aspect of any physical intimate touch. A firm "no" should always be respected.

A/N: For the readers' understanding, it's important to note that Valentina has never experienced love and has longed for a genuine connection, but not the forced marriage she finds herself in. Additionally, she has never been in a romantic relationship due to past experiences where men either spoke ill of her or treated her with fear due to her mafia background and family abuse. This has made her wary of trusting men easily and apprehensive about opening up to them. She is waiting for her true love, but building trust and forming a meaningful relationship will take time and communication. It's challenging for her to trust a man, especially on her first wedding night, fearing judgment or betrayal. This book will explore the journey of building trust and developing a genuine connection, showcasing the gradual transformation of her character over time.

Warning: This story contains spicy content and intense sexual tension.

In the shower, Salvatore's mind is consumed by vivid images of her, sprawled over him on the beach. Her lips, so luscious and inviting, beg to be kissed. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue, hold a depth that he yearns to explore. With each inhale, he imagines the intoxicating scent of her hair, black as midnight, cascading around her shoulders. She's petite yet possesses curves that drive him wild with desire.

His thoughts are consumed by her, every detail etched into his mind with fiery intensity. He imagines trailing kisses along the curve of her neck, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. His fingers ache to trace the contours of her body, memorizing every dip and curve. He longs to lose himself in her, to drown in the depths of her passion.

As he turns off the tap, his eyes darken with a mixture of lust and love. He can feel his heart racing, pounding in his chest as he yearns for her. She's his Bella, his everything, and he can't shake the desire burning within him.

"She's mine, body and soul, every inch of her belongs to me. I ache to claim every inch of you, my Bella, to possess you completely and lose myself in the fire of our passion. But I'll wait patiently for your heart to open up, knowing that our love will ignite when the time is right."

Meanwhile, in the midst of the moment, Valentina is opening up a bottle of Hennessy, unaware of the storm of emotions raging within Salvatore.

The alcohol:                            (Don't appreciate drinking...its bad for health)

I pour the Hennessy into my glass, sitting in my night suit, not lingerie. I'm not seducing anyone.

The weight of this sudden marriage presses down on me, making even the simple act of pouring a drink feel like a monumental task. One sip barely eases the tension.

A memory surfaces, teasing me with what could have been—a fleeting moment when our lips almost met.

I drop my head onto the table with a heavy sigh. This arrangement, sleeping in separate rooms and avoiding any physical contact, was my idea. I just couldn't bear the thought of intimacy right now.

But then, his words echo in my mind: "If it makes you lustful, it's fine to touch it."

How long can I keep this charade up? How long before I give in to the desire that simmers beneath the surface?

His words replay in my mind, taunting me with their temptation. "My girl's feet aren't dirty at all. I can suck them up to the toes."

And then there's that moment, that almost-kiss, hanging in the air between us like an unspoken promise. How long can Salvatore wait for me to let down my walls and surrender to him?

"I want to kiss," his words echo, the memory of that almost kiss haunting me.

I sit there, grappling with my conflicting emotions, while Salvatore moves with purpose, unburdened by the pretense we're upholding. He desires authenticity in our relationship, but I... I take a swig of the brandy, trying to drown out the complexity of my feelings.

As Salvatore approaches, his presence radiates heat, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the droplets of water from his recent bath sprinkle onto my night suit, and when I turn to face him, I'm met with a sight that steals my breath away.

His physique is like that of a Greek god, sculpted and defined, each muscle rippling beneath his skin. His abs, chiseled and prominent, draw my gaze irresistibly, igniting a fire deep within me.

I'm frozen in place, my gaze locked on his glistening physique, my mouth likely hanging agape as if to invite a curious fly. "The eyes of a beast?" I manage to utter, my voice barely a whisper amidst the tempest of emotions raging within me.

Salvatore strides over, effortlessly commanding the space with his presence, and effortlessly takes the glass from my trembling hand. "Why drink alone, Bella? You know you must wait for me," he murmurs in that deep, intoxicating voice of his, the water droplets from his hair tracing a path down his sculpted form. His untamed locks frame his face, accentuating the wild allure that radiates from him.

As he brings the glass to his lips, I can't help but notice the tattoo adorning his skin, a majestic leopard stretching from shoulder to navel. It's a breathtaking sight, and I find myself drawn closer, my fingers trembling as they graze the intricate lines of the ink. In that moment, I'm unaware of the implications of my actions, caught up in the beauty before me, oblivious to the dangerous territory I'm treading.

A/N: Lost in the allure of Salvatore's presence and the mesmerizing sight of his tattoo, Valentina is oblivious to the significance of her actions. Little does she know the implications of her innocent curiosity, unknowingly stepping into a realm fraught with danger.

Every time Salvatore breathes, it's as if a living leopard prowls beneath his skin. I can't resist tracing the contours of his tattoo, feeling the warmth of his body beneath my fingertips, each touch igniting a flicker of desire within me.

"My bella, want to continue?" he murmurs, his eyes holding a mysterious intensity that leaves me breathless. His usual jovial demeanor replaced by a smoldering gaze, stirring emotions I can't quite decipher.

Flushed with embarrassment, I realize how forward I've been, my fingers lingering on his chest, still damp from the shower. As I try to regain composure, I push him away, my cheeks burning crimson as I stumble backward, his strong grip pulling me closer, my body pressed against his, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

"Shirt, why don't you come out wearing a shirt?" I blurt out, my mind racing with a flurry of thoughts. It's unfair how effortlessly attractive he is, especially when he's practically dripping with allure.

With one hand firmly holding mine and the other wrapped around my waist, Salvatore closes the distance between us, his chest pressing firmly against mine, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me. I'm trapped in his embrace, ensnared by his solid frame and the intoxicating scent of his skin, still damp from the shower.

"So, do you want to take it off yourself, bella?" he whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Despite my attempts to resist, I'm powerless against his hold, my resolve crumbling in the face of his overwhelming presence.

"Ban skinship is forbidden if I don't want to," I stammer, my words faltering as his proximity overwhelms me, my mind clouded with desire and uncertainty.

His grip on my waist tightens, sending a shiver of anticipation coursing through me, my breath coming in uneven gasps as I feel the heat between us intensify.

"So, Te lo farò desiderare, bella," he whispers, his voice dripping with desire, his words sending a thrill down my spine before I have a chance to react.

"So, I'll make you want it, bella".....

Bringing his face tantalizingly close to mine, he guides my hand to the nape of my neck, his touch igniting a fire within me as he leans in to kiss me.

My eyes widen in disbelief as our lips meet, a surge of electricity pulsing through me with each movement of his lips against mine. His kiss deepens, drawing me in further, his tongue dancing with mine in a passionate dance of desire.

"Uhm," I murmur, lost in the sensation, my voice mingling with his in a symphony of moans and sighs as our shared breath becomes a heady mix of passion and longing.

With each caress of his hands against my skin, I feel as though I'm melting into him, his touch awakening sensations I never knew existed. His eyes, dark and intense, hold mine captive as he explores the depths of my soul with his kiss, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

As Salvatore's hands trail down my neck and his thumb brushes along my jawline, I surrender completely to the whirlwind of emotions engulfing me. His tongue intertwines with mine, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me as I cling to him, lost in the dizzying ecstasy of our connection.

In that moment, there is only Salvatore and I, entwined in a passionate embrace that transcends time and space, our love igniting a flame that burns brighter than any star in the night sky.

As his hands begin their tantalizing journey, tracing delicate patterns over my ears, my thoughts are consumed by a fiery passion that courses through my veins like liquid desire. His touch sets every nerve ablaze, igniting a fervent yearning deep within me that threatens to consume us both.

With a hunger that borders on desperation, he cups my face in his hands, his lips crashing against mine with an urgency that pins me against the countertop, sending a glass tumbling to the floor in a cascade of shattered fragments. In that moment, rational thought evaporates, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of his lips claiming mine with an intensity that leaves me dizzy and breathless.

"Uhmm," our simultaneous moans escape into the air, mingling in a symphony of pleasure that reverberates through my core, leaving my legs weak and trembling with anticipation. As the scent of spilled brandy fills the air, its heady aroma only serves to heighten the dizzying sensation swirling between us.

With each stroke of his tongue against mine, the pressure within me builds to an almost unbearable crescendo, threatening to overwhelm my senses entirely. My thighs quiver with the intensity of our connection, threatening to buckle beneath me as he continues to ravish me with his kisses.

Flushed with desire, our faces mirror the inferno of passion that rages within us, and in that moment, I realize he has no intention of relenting. With a hunger that matches my own, he shows no signs of stopping, his gaze burning with a fierce determination that leaves me powerless to resist.

"Wait... ummh," I gasp, my breath hitching in my throat as I push his face away with trembling hands. "Just a little bit," I manage to say, my voice a husky whisper laced with desire. His face, ablaze with lust, gazes at me hungrily, as if he's been deprived and is yearning for more.

He complies, his lips leaving a scorching trail of kisses along my hands, his tongue delving deep, swirling with an intensity that ignites every nerve ending in my body. Each touch sends electric jolts coursing through me, leaving me quivering with anticipation, his heated breath fanning the flames of desire as his eyes lock onto mine with an unwavering gaze.

"Umhh... uh," I moan softly, my voice a breathless melody of pleasure as his lips work their sinful magic on my trembling skin.

"Stop it," I manage to rasp, though his fervent ministrations only serve to fuel the fire raging within me. His breath mingles with mine, hot and heady, as he continues to lavish attention upon me, his touch leaving me weak with need. Desperate, I attempt to push him away, but he only pulls me closer, his grip tightening possessively as he crushes his lips against mine in a searing kiss, tongues tangling in a wild, uninhibited dance.

Reluctantly, I tear my gaze away, our heavy breathing the only sound in the air as we both struggle to catch our breath. His intense gaze remains fixed upon me, a silent plea for more.

This is a first for me...

"Please, Salvatore, stop it," I plead, my voice barely a whisper as he breathes down my neck, his face flushed with pleasure, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. His lips, parted in anticipation, hover tantalizingly close to mine, drawing me in despite my protests.

Finally, he relents, stepping back slightly, and I collapse onto the chair behind me, my chest heaving as I struggle to catch my breath. What kind of situation is this? I ask myself, my mind reeling from the whirlwind of sensations that just swept over me.

As I open my eyes, they widen in disbelief at the sight before me—a man I've only met three times in my life, standing before me with a look of intense desire in his half-closed eyes, his flushed face glistening with sweat, and his lips still moist from our illicit kiss.

I glare at him, my gaze filled with a mix of defiance and uncertainty. In your head right now, you're only thinking about how to crush a girl, aren't you? You're a bad guy...

But despite my words, I can't deny the flutter of excitement that courses through me at the thought of his gaze, so primal and possessive, locked onto me as if I'm the only thing that matters in the world—a man who's like a wild animal, untamed and irresistible.

A/N: Valentina's experience, while intense and unexpected, reflects a moment of vulnerability and confusion. As a virgin with no prior romantic encounters, she finds herself grappling with conflicting emotions following Salvatore's unanticipated advance. It's important to note that this kiss was not consensual and arose from a moment of lost control on Salvatore's part. While Valentina may feel a mix of emotions, including uncertainty and even a hint of excitement, it's crucial to acknowledge the violation of her boundaries and the mistreatment she has endured. Consent is paramount in any romantic or intimate encounter, and Valentina's experience serves as a reminder of the importance of respecting personal boundaries and autonomy.

A/N: How was it? Did you all like the intense tension?
How was the kiss? I'm a full on virgin never ever i have kissed so its all imagination ...
PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT!

Let me know how intense was it and also ..I'm on my periods it hurts i was awake since 3AM to 7 because of the pain and kinda puked because of intense pain ..my heating pad didn't work after a while probably safety system..so yea..I'm okay now:)