The beach was quiet.
Too quiet.
Just the soft crash of waves and the whisper of wind in the palm trees, no voices, no footsteps, no distractions. Thatβs what Iβd wanted when I came to this private island β to be alone. To disappear into sun and sea.
But then⦠he appeared.
I donβt know where he came from. Maybe from another side of the island. Maybe from a dream. All I know is that one moment I was floating in warm, waist-deep water β and the next, I looked up and saw him standing on the shore.
Tall. Shirtless. Dripping saltwater and silence.
We stared at each other for a few seconds too long.
Then he smiled.
Not polite β not casual β but like he already knew what we were about to do.
I walked toward him, water dripping down my thighs, heartbeat picking up with every step. His gaze never left mine. There were no words. Just tension. Spark. Electricity that skipped over the skin like sunlight on waves.
When we met, he reached out and touched my cheek β slow, careful.
And I let him.
Then I kissed him.
Because I didnβt want to wait.
Because I could feel something raw and wild building in me, and he was the only one I wanted to take it.
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, carried me to the sand where it was still warm from the sun, and laid me down gently before climbing over me like he belonged there.
The first time he took me, it was slow β almost reverent. His mouth on mine. His hands holding me still as our hips moved together like waves.
The second time was different. He flipped me over, pulled my hips up, pressed against my back. I gasped as he entered me again, deeper this time, rougher, my fingers digging into the sand while I moaned into the ocean breeze.
We kept going β changing rhythm, changing angles, sometimes sitting, sometimes straddling, sometimes pressed chest-to-chest with nothing but heat between us. He kissed every part of me. I scratched my nails down his back. I cried out his name without ever asking for it.
We were wild.
Two strangers.
One island.
No rules.
I lost count of how many times I came β how many times he whispered, βYou feel incredible,β against my neck before starting again. We didnβt stop until the sun had dropped low in the sky, and the waves had nearly reached our tangled legs.
When it was over, we lay side by side in the sand β breathless, glowing, ruined in the best way.
βWill I see you again?β I whispered, smiling into the wind.
He turned his head, eyes lazy and satisfied.
βOnly if you want to.β
And I already knew my answer.
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