The rising steam from the heated pool couldn't mask the thick, intoxicating scene unfolding within.
Selena’s legs were folded and pressed firmly against Caius’s chest. They were face-to-face, their lips still locked in a desperate, hungry exchange. Caius’s hands moved with a mixture of restraint and reckless abandon, kneading the muscles of her back and the bare skin not covered by her bikini. However, every time his hands strayed toward her breasts, the emerald vines coiling around his neck would tighten with lethal precision, cutting off his air.
Caius understood the rules of this engagement immediately. Selena was allowing the heat, but she was maintaining her sovereignty.
He withdrew his hands from the forbidden zones, keeping them on her waist and back. Beneath the waterline, he sh
