Longing 3

Donato’s POV

She lay back on my bed, bare, waiting, her skin glowing in the dim light like a painting I could never get enough of. My chest tightened as I looked at her. Every line of her body called to me, every curve begged me to take more. My hunger was sharp, heavy, but I forced myself to move slow. I wanted to savor this, not rush through it.

My eyes dropped to her breasts again and the sight