**Mature Content Ahead**
Sara's back pressed against the door of the hotel room as Luca kissed her fiercely the moment they stepped inside. His hands fumbled through the zipper of her jacket and pulled it down, driven by an urgency that couldn't wait for them to return home.
Slowly, they moved toward the bed. Sara had already discarded her shoes while Luca still had his boots on, indicating his lack of patience.
"Hah!" She gasped, pulling away slightly, desperate for air. "We promised your parents that—that we would be back soon. Shouldn't you inform them first that we won't be returning?"
"Already dropped a message to Dad," Luca replied, his voice husky. His face buried instantly in the crook of her neck as he scooped her up. Her legs locked around his torso, and she moaned softly at his gentle ministrations.
