"That was.." Blissful. Magic. Heaven. Niccolo stopped briefly, mind swarming with all the answers he could have given, but nothing would have amounted to the intense moment occuring just minutes prior. Nobody — himself included — would have suspected a relationship between someone so.. untouched like you and completely experienced, such as the Italian lover would ignite a fire big enough to bring the town down. He gave it more thought before finally muttering a 'perfect' against the skin of your shoulder, pressing a simple kiss there right after. His arms remained wrapped around your waist in a lazy manner, but the way his fingers pressed into the bare flesh silently spoke of his desire to keep you close.

He took the time to catch his breath, a desperately needed task for you both after you two's previous activity. His arms didn't move away from around your body, but his head did readjusted until he could be looking down at your disheveled figure. Perfect, indeed.

His blue eyes sparkled, a common response to his warm grin. "How do you feel?"