Alessandro slipped his hands under my hair and gently removed the tiara I was wearing, deftly throwing it onto one of the armchairs in the room. He broke our kiss and, like a lion circling its prey, walked around me with his eyes burning with desire. He stopped behind me and began to kiss my shoulders. One by one, he unbuttoned the few buttons on the skirt of my wedding dress. When they were all open, he placed his hands on my shoulders and, in a subtle, fluid movement, pulled the long ends of the fabric that, tied in a bow, held my dress in place. As he untied the bow at my neck, he made my dress fall down my body and tangle at my feet like a pile of lace and tulle.

He hugged me around the waist, pressing my body against his, making me feel his erection against my back, and turned my face to kiss my mouth and without interrupting the kiss, not even for a second, he lifted me up and took me out of the tangle of dress at my feet, placing me back facing the bed. Alessandro walked around