Chapter 21: Produce beautiful children

Soraya continued drying her hair, but her thoughts kept drifting back to what had happened in the pool.

No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the task at hand, the memory refused to leave her mind.

Just then, Santino walked into the room, his clothes still drenched from the water. Through the mirror, Soraya watched him close the door and lock it from the inside.

Her hands paused for a moment before she resumed drying her hair, pretending not to notice his actions.

"You should change before you catch a cold," she advised, keeping her attention on her reflection.

Her eyes widened when she saw Santino begin removing his clothes without the slightest hesitation. He had already undone the middle buttons of his shirt when she finally turned toward him and stopped him.

"Why don’t you change in the washroom?" she asked, looking at him in disbelief.

"Why should I do that?" Santino raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by her reaction.

Without waiting for her response, he continued unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles as the fabric fell open.

Soraya’s breath caught in her throat despite her best efforts to maintain her composure.

She couldn’t deny that Santino had an incredibly attractive physique, with broad shoulders and a perfectly sculpted body that made it difficult to look away.

Then, a thought sparked in her head.

"Santino, have you never dated anyone before?" Soraya asked as she stood up and placed the towel on a nearby chair. She walked toward him with a playful smile, intending to tease him and see how he would react. "With a body like yours, I find it hard to believe that women can stay away from you."

She reached out and pressed her index finger against his chest, slowly trailing it downward as she watched his expression.

"Soraya, what are you doing?" Santino asked, his voice growing rougher.

He stepped closer, leaving barely a centimeter between them. His intense gaze remained fixed on her face, making Soraya suddenly aware of just how close they were. Nevertheless, she maintained her innocent expression and shrugged.

"Nothing," she replied casually before turning toward the balcony.

She had barely taken a step when Santino caught her wrist and pulled her back against him. His bare, damp chest pressed against her back as he wrapped an arm firmly around her waist, preventing her from moving away.

Soraya’s breath caught in her throat. She could feel the warmth of his body against hers, and his hot breath fanned the sensitive skin of her neck.

The playful confidence she had displayed moments earlier began to waver as she realized that teasing Santino might not be as easy as she had imagined.

"Where do you think you are leaving now?" He gently moved her hair to one side and kissed her neck.

At first, Soraya made no effort to stop him, losing herself in the gentle kisses he pressed along her neckline. The warmth of his lips and the tenderness of his touch left her momentarily distracted, until she suddenly remembered what she was doing and how close they had become.

"Stop," she whispered, placing her hands against his chest.

However, before she could gather her thoughts, Santino turned her to face him and captured her lips in a kiss.

He nibbled gently at her lower lip, coaxing her to respond, while his eyes searched her face for any sign of hesitation.

When Soraya finally kissed him back, his gaze softened with satisfaction, as though he had been waiting for her to make that choice.

One of his hands cradled the back of her neck while the other settled around her waist, drawing her closer.

Soraya found herself responding to the kiss more eagerly than she had expected. The unfamiliar sensations left her confused, yet she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt toward him.

Even during her previous relationship, she had never experienced anything like this. With Emilio, she had always hoped to feel loved, but with Santino, a single kiss was enough to leave her heart racing and her thoughts in disarray.

’Wait! I hate him!’ Soraya’s inner voice screamed as she suddenly came to her senses. Before Santino could deepen the kiss, she bit down hard on his lower lip.

"Ahh!" Santino exclaimed, immediately bringing his thumb to his injured lip.

Soraya pulled away and glared at him, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "You—"

"I told you to stop! Wh-why did you kiss me?" she demanded, struggling to keep her voice steady.

"You were kissing me back at first. You were enjoying it," Santino pointed out, lowering his thumb and examining the spot where she had bitten him. A crooked smile appeared on his face as he looked at her again. "Fuck! I used to think you were a doe, but your actions have made it clear that you’re no less than a wild cat."

"You’re wrong, Santino. I’m a lioness!" Soraya retorted, glaring at him again as she tried to appear more intimidating than she felt. "If you ever try something like that again without my permission, I’ll kick you right there!" She pointed accusingly at his lower body to make her threat clear.

Instead of looking intimidated, Santino burst into laughter. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his amusement only making Soraya more determined to maintain her fierce expression.

"How will we produce beautiful children together, then?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Soraya gulped at his words, momentarily distracted by his confident posture and the way his damp hair fell across his forehead. She quickly shook her head, determined not to let his teasing get the better of her.

"Kids? No! That is never going to happen," Soraya declared, shaking her head emphatically.

Before she could move away, Santino wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as though he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.

"Let me go!" she demanded, struggling against his hold.

"We will have children, and they will be as beautiful as you," Santino replied confidently, seemingly unfazed by her protests. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he lowered his head toward her. "You see, Soraya? The way you act makes it difficult for me to control myself around you. It turns me on."

Soraya stopped blinking, momentarily caught off guard by his shameless remark. Before she could come up with a suitable retort, he lightly nipped her cheek and followed it with a gentle kiss.

"We are leaving for a short vacation in the evening. Pack your luggage," he whispered in her ear, "consider it a mini-honeymoon, wife."