The moment

Salvatore stares at her, and he shakes his head "No, we don't have to."

"We don't have to, but I want to. We are adults and we are married – I understand and admire you for respecting my decision, but I am fine now, we can share a bed. You have a long couple of months ahead of you, you need adequate rest." She argues and he looks at her warily.

"Okay and thank you. You should get changed, I will be downstairs, I need to speak with Luca." He says and she nods, he looks at her again, then he walks away, downstairs, where Luca is waiting, with a glass of Vodka.

"Isn't it a little late for Vodka, Ricci?" He teases and Luca gives him the finger, which makes him chuckles, Sal looks at his friend, there has been something off about him, but he does not mention anything, because he knows Luca will tell him when he is ready, and he is obviously not ready.

"I will see you in the morning, I sent the files to you. I'm just ten minutes away, call me if anything comes up." Luca expresses and he nods.

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Upstairs, Florence is a bit nervous, she is in her closet, trying to figure out what to wear. She told him to share the bed with her, she can't back down now, and it is only fair, they are married, and she is becoming more familiar with him, more comfortable. She decides on a satin sleeveless V-neck floral bodice long nightgown. It is comfortable, and covering, her cleavages are out, because of the V-neck, but she likes it like that, because, secretly, she wants to seduce him. Love does not have to grow, lust can, though.

It is past two in the morning, she walks to the window and stare out the estate, she can see everywhere from her, this place has high protection. The door opens and she turns to see Salvatore walk in, he stops when he sees her, she hears him mumble something and walk into the restroom. She sits by the right side of the bed, and brings out her kindle to read, Salvatore walks out of the bathroom, with his towel wrapped around her waist and he changes into one of his tee, Florence really tries to focus on the book she is reading, but all she can do is look at him, at his molded body and she bites her lips, wondering what it would be like to run her tongue down his neck.

"Your Kindle is upside down, Florence." Salvatore states and she blushes because he caught her looking at him, she says nothing, turns the Kindle over, and covers her face with it, he laughs at her, she feels his smile all the way to her toes. He gets into the bed beside her, and she stills, internally freaking out, why is she freaking out? he is her husband, and he has never hurt her, except when he – he uh – when he killed her parents. She exhales and drops the Kindle, turns it off, and places it back. He is on his phone, but when she closes her Kindle, her drops his phone and tries to fall asleep. She can feel him beside her, she relaxes and gets comfortable, then she falls asleep, Salvatore falls asleep only when he is sure she is sleeping too.

Two hours into the night, he wakes up to see her tangled against him, her leg is on his, her head is on his chest and is hand is wrapped around her. In their sleep, they moved towards each other and got tangled. He chuckles, but does not move to detangle her from him, instead, he falls back asleep and it is one of the best sleeps he has ever had in a long time.

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Florence wakes up first, which is a very odd thing, because every time she wakes, Salvatore is always awake and gone, but now, she is awake and he is asleep, she can tell from the soft fall and rise of his chest, she is currently laying on his chest, with his hand tightly wrapped around her back, she does not know how this happened, and she does not want to move away from his embrace, he feels warm, soft and hard, at the same time.

She raises her head as subtly as possible and she stares at the tattoo on his neck, absentmindedly, she runs her finger across the straight tattoo beneath his ear and he stirs. She gasp and try to move away but he holds her tight, pulling her closer to him. His eyes are so green and stunning, she hitches up, feeling bold and runs her hand across his face, he falls into her palm and his hand falls to her ass and he digs his finger into it, through the satin, and she let out a surprising moan at the pleasure that runs through her to her core.

Salvatore carefully gets up, and he holds her ass with his wide palms, he places her on him, and she straddles him, easily and eagerly. She can feel his morning wood beneath her, they just stare at each other, the only time they've kissed is on their wedding day, and now, she craves him like air, she rolls her hip on him and he groans, she grins at his reaction and rolls her hip again, this time he holds her hip steady, stopping her from making him come undone like a boy.

Florence looks at him through lust-filled gaze and she kisses him, he kisses her back, just as insanely. She rolls her hip on him as she kisses him, and he bites her lower lip. It is frenzied, hasty, chaotic. He grips her boob, and he runs his hand over her hard nipple. Filled, with lust as she continues to roll her hip on him, he pulls out her breasts and sucks, she moans loudly, and throws her head backward. They don't stop, until they shatter in blinding pleasure, moans and groans.