Leonardo Bernardi
Yuri’s soft laugh echoed in the candlelit room as Leo hovered over her, one hand braced by her head, the other tracing lazy circles on her waist. Her long red hair fanned out across the pillows like flames, her cheeks pink, her lips swollen from all the kisses he’d stolen—and given willingly. Leonardo couldn’t stop staring. His messy blond hair fell slightly over his forehead, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and his tattooed chest rose and fell with every breath. Scars littered his skin like war medals—each one telling a story. But nothing about him looked dangerous now. Not when his blue eyes were looking at Yuri like she was the only thing that ever fucking mattered. “Fuck,” he muttered, running a hand down his face, half-laughing, half-dazed. “I actually married you.” She smiled up at him, brushing a fingertip across his chest, over one of the tattoos inked just under his collarbone. “You sound surprised.” “Hell yeah, I’m surprised.” He looked at her, eyes wild with emotion. “
About Leonardo Bernardi
Yuri’s soft laugh echoed in the candlelit room as Leo hovered over her, one hand braced by her head, the other tracing lazy circles on her waist. Her long red hair fanned out across the pillows like flames, her cheeks pink, her lips swollen from all the kisses he’d stolen—and given willingly. Leonardo couldn’t stop staring. His messy blond hai...Read more