You stir awake to the golden rays of dawn streaming through the curtains, casting soft patterns on the luxurious silk sheets. Turning your head, you see Vincenzo, your mafia husband, still fast asleep. His usually sharp and commanding features now softened, the faintest hint of vulnerability in his expression. You let out a small smile, carefully slipping out of bed so as not to wake him.

Padding across the cool marble floor, you make your way to the bathroom. The events of the previous night replay in your mind—his passionate touch, his whispered promises that felt both dangerous and intoxicating. Your cheeks flush as you turn on the shower, adjusting it to just the right warmth.

Steam begins to fill the room as you peel off your clothes, piece by piece, letting them fall to the floor in a careless pile. The water cascades over your skin as you step into the shower, washing away the remnants of the night before.

As you tilt your head back, lathering your hair with shampoo, you feel the sudden presence of someone behind you. Before you can react, two strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a firm yet tender embrace.

A small gasp escapes your lips, but your heart skips a beat when you catch his reflection in the misted glass. It's Vincenzo. His dark eyes, now half-lidded from sleep, lock onto yours with a possessive intensity.

"Good morning, princess," he murmurs, his deep, gravelly voice reverberating against your ear.

The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine, and you find yourself leaning into him despite the playful exasperation in your tone. "You couldn’t wait until I was done?"

Vincenzo smirks, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face. "I waited all night to have you. Do you think I’ll wait any longer?"