DANTE
Our day one on the island begins with the sun barely cresting the horizon, painting the sky in soft pinks and golds.
We step out of the villa hand in hand, both of us naked except for the thin layer of sunscreen I rubbed into her skin myself… slow, deliberate strokes that had her squirming and wet before we even left the bedroom.
The beach is empty, pristine, and all ours.
The sand is cool under our feet at first, warming quickly as we walk toward the water. Aria’s body glows in the early light… her curves I’ve memorized but still can’t get enough of, n*****s tight from the breeze, the faint red marks on her wrists from last night’s ties already fading.
She laughs when a wave licks her toes, the sound bright and free in a way I’ve rarely heard from her before. I watch her run ah
