“I thought I had simple tastes. I don’t care about pearls or silver. I don’t need silk. I can live without cherries and bottles of Diamond Blend.” Luca pressed up, incoherently wanting, and Matti obliged him with another bruising kiss. “But you,” Matti breathed. “You are the most exquisite thing in this city, and I want you, and I’m going to have you.”
