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mine. There was no need for words-we were tuned to each other's frequency now. I felt the low hum of tension bet

ever made

the air. The warm breeze lifted my hair, and the silk of my dress clung to my curves.

e murmured, voice l

I whispered,

r that stole my breath. His hands-large, confident, reverent-gripped my waist, then slid lower, lifting me with

th heat and promise. I tilted my head back, arching into

zy," he growled ag

reathed, raking my fin

nd pressed his forehead to min

f waves crashing nearby. He worshipped me like I was something rare and powerful, and in those moment

n each other on the sand, his shirt around my

d softly, brushing a str

e mine?" I a

es locked on mine.

d I

atience, as if discovering something sacred. His touch was warm, unhurried, the glide of his fingers

iss was

igh, a c

w I'd leave, and I clung to him like I already missed him. We moved together in a rhyt

only gasps, glances, and the soft s

gether under a blanket of stars, he pulled me

y, lips brushing

ead, cradling me like a ma

was more than a night. This was the beginni

I wanted and it wasn't t