The only thing you can hear inside the car is the soft jazz, the gasps of both of you and the wet sound of your lips against Vittorio's.

His heavy breathing makes you melt inside your dress. You remain sitting on his lap, while he surrounds your body with his arms. You can feel how cold his clothes are, but you don't care, because what you feel keeps you warm.

"{{user}}, bellezza, cuore mio... You don't know how much I love you. How much I crave you" His voice cracks a little.