156. Worshipping her

Roseline's POV

"Give me the honor to worship you," Vincenzo whispered, his voice filled with a yearning that sent a thrill through my body.

His words were so unexpected and so beautifully intense that they took me off guard, leaving me momentarily breathless.

At that moment, our world seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, and everything around us faded into the background. His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, and I was leaning against him, my heart racing in response to his words.

I could see the desire in his eyes—a burning hunger that mirrored my own. It was a desire that had been building between us for so long, a longing that had grown with every stolen glance and tender touch. And now, here in this intimate moment, it was impossible to deny the depth of our passion.

I wanted him just as desperately as he wanted me. Our love was a force that had withstood trials and tribulations, and it had only grown stronger with time.

Without a second thought, I nodded my head,