Bianca?

Leone's lips brushed against hers with a soft, hesitant pressure at first. But as her warmth seeped into him, something inside him unraveled. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer, their breaths mingling as the kiss deepened.

His hand drifted up her back, fingers grazing the delicate fabric of her blouse. Evelina's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. Her hands tangled in his hair, her lips parting slightly, a silent invitation for him to come closer.

Leone's thumb traced the edge of her blouse, lifting it just enough to feel the warmth of her skin. His fingers moved upward, skimming over the curve of her breast, his touch feather-light yet electric. He cupped her gently, the velvety softness filling his palm. When his fingers grazed her nipple, Evelina released a soft moan that sent shivers down his spine.