Victoria
My legs were still wobbly when we descended from the private jet hours later. Leo's arm around my waist was both supportive and possessive as we made our way down the stairs to the sun-drenched tarmac of the private Greek airfield.
"I can't believe we just did that," I whispered, my cheeks heating at the memory of our mid-flight activities.
"Believe it," Leo murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "That was just the appetizer, sweetheart."
The Mediterranean sun caressed my skin with gentle warmth as we walked toward the waiting luxury SUV. I breathed in deeply, savoring the unfamiliar scents of sea salt, olive groves, and distant wildflowers. After years of being trapped within the confines of Howlthorne territory, the freedom to travel with my mate felt almost surreal.
