Chapter 80 FEELING HER
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AUTHOR’S POV
The golden morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom.
The air was thick with the remnants of last night—the faint scent of him lingering on the sheets, the warmth still trapped in the bed.
Adeline sat there, her legs tucked under her, the fabric of his oversized shirt draping loosely over her petite frame.
It was far too big for her, the sleeves slipping past her wrists, the collar falling slightly off one shoulder, exposing a hint of bare skin.
She let out a soft yawn, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, still groggy from sleep. The bed beneath her was messy, the pillows indented from where they had laid, the blankets bunched up from their restless movements during the night.
Her body ached in the best way possible, reminding her of everything that had transpired between them just hours ago.
The sound of the bedroom door creaking open made her freeze.
Luciano stepped inside, his tall, toned figure illuminated by the soft morning light. His broad shoulders and sculpted chest were bare, the muscles of his abdomen flexing slightly as he moved with effortless grace.
His dark, tousled hair was still slightly messy from sleep, and there was something lazy yet sharp in his eyes as he took her in—perched there on the bed in nothing but his shirt.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” he murmured, his deep, raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine.
Adeline’s breath caught in her throat.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket, and she quickly turned her gaze away, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink.
Even after everything they had done, she still couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes when he looked at her like that—with that teasing, knowing smirk, like he could see every thought running through her mind.
Luciano let out a soft chuckle, stepping closer.
“What’s wrong?” he teased, tilting his head.
“You look flustered.”
Adeline only curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, refusing to look up.
Luciano sighed dramatically.
“You know, it’s a little unfair,” he mused as he neared the bed.
“You spend all night moaning my name, clinging to me like you can’t get enough, but now…” He let his words trail off deliberately, watching her reaction.
Her blush deepened instantly.
“L-Luciano,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
He grinned. “Oh? You can say my name, but you can’t look at me?”
She whined softly, burying her face in her hands.
Luciano shook his head, the amusement clear in his expression.
“Adeline,” he murmured, his voice lower now, almost like a purr.
“You’re too cute for your own good.”
Before she could react, he slipped under the covers beside her. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, and suddenly, he was too close—his warmth pressing against her, his scent wrapping around her like a drug.
Adeline squeezed her eyes shut, trying to will away the heat pooling in her stomach, but it was impossible when she felt his breath ghost against her shoulder.
Then, his lips pressed to the bare skin of her back—slow, deliberate kisses trailing along her spine.
A small, involuntary whimper escaped her lips.
Luciano smirked against her skin.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his hand already sliding down her side, fingertips brushing the curve of her waist before gripping her hips firmly.
Adeline gasped when he pulled her back against him, her body now flush against his.
The thin fabric of the shirt was the only barrier between them, and even that felt like too little, like she could feel the heat of his skin seeping into her own.
“You should be careful,” Luciano whispered against her ear, his voice dark with amusement.
“Blushing like that around me… it makes me want to do things to you.”
She let out a shaky breath, her fingers clutching the sheets as if they could ground her.
Luciano only tightened his grip on her hips, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin of her neck, whispering things that made her entire body burn.
She didn’t expect it when strong arms suddenly slid beneath her. A startled gasp left her lips as she was lifted effortlessly from the bed, her body pressing instinctively against the warmth of Luciano’s bare chest.
“L-Luciano?” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.
He smirked down at her, dark eyes glinting with amusement.
“Time for breakfast, sweetheart,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, sending a shiver down her spine.
Adeline barely had time to process his words before he was already carrying her out of the bedroom.
The familiar scent of him wrapped around her—woodsy spice, mixed with something uniquely his—and it made her stomach flutter.
She was still groggy, her body pliant in his hold as she looped her arms loosely around his neck, resting her cheek against his shoulder.
The warmth of his skin was distracting, every ripple of his muscles beneath her making it harder to focus.
By the time they reached the kitchen, she was only half awake, blinking as he finally set her down.
The cool marble of the kitchen counter sent a sharp contrast against her heated skin, making her shiver slightly.
She sat there, her bare thighs pressing together, watching as Luciano stepped between her legs.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked around the kitchen. The counters were empty. There were no plates, no food, no signs of breakfast being prepared.
She looked up at him in confusion.
“I thought… I thought we were having breakfast?” she asked softly, her voice still laced with sleep.
Luciano smirked at her—slow and knowing—before leaning in close. His breath fanned against the sensitive skin of her neck, his lips brushing just beneath her ear.
“We are,” he murmured.
Adeline shivered as his lips pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against her throat. Heat coiled deep in her stomach, her hands tightening against the counter.
“B-But—”
Her breath caught when she felt his hands move, fingers working slowly to unbutton the shirt she wore.
She gasped, her heart stuttering. “Wait—”
Luciano pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his smirk deepening. His fingers continued their slow, deliberate work, slipping the buttons free one by one.
“I am having breakfast, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice a lazy drawl, full of dark amusement.
Adeline’s cheeks burned as she gripped the shirt, trying to hold it closed. But before she could react,
Luciano’s hands were suddenly firm against her hips, pushing her back onto the cool marble counter.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she found herself lying flat against the smooth surface, the coldness seeping through the thin fabric of the shirt.
Her legs instinctively tried to press together, but the movement only made the shirt ride up higher, exposing the soft, bare skin of her thighs.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers flying up to her face in an attempt to shield the deep blush spreading across her cheeks.
But Luciano was already between her legs, his strong hands gripping her thighs and gently spreading them apart.
Adeline let out a shaky whimper, her body tensing as her heartbeat pounded against her ribs.
“L-Luciano—”
His gaze was heavy, dark with hunger as he took in the sight before him. His fingers traced slow, teasing circles against the inside of her thigh, his grip possessive.
“Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, his voice deep and full of heat.
Adeline swallowed hard, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts.
She turned her face away, trying to suppress the way her body trembled beneath his touch.
“Y-You said we were having breakfast…” she managed to stammer.
Luciano chuckled, his grip tightening just slightly. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over her skin, sending another wave of shivers through her.
“Oh, we are,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise.
“I’m just starting with my favorite course.”