Immediately, he kissed me hard, claiming my mouth with raw hunger. His tongue tangled with mine, possessive and urgent. I melted completely into his arms, every rational thought dissolving as my body screamed for him to take me right there.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me down to the master suite of the yacht. He set me down gently at the entrance, and the moment I turned, my breath caught.
The room was breathtaking—like every girl’s secret fantasy of her first night of passion. Soft, warm lighting bathed the space in a golden glow. The large bed was perfectly made with crisp white sheets and plush pillows. The gentle sway of the yacht on the water added a dreamy, intimate rhythm. Moonlight streamed through the large windows, casting a silvery shimmer
