The final two days melt together in a dreamy blur—eating, sleeping, not sleeping, and then doing it all over again. Our bodies, our wolves, our hearts… always craving more. It’s the kind of rhythm you never want to break. The kind that feels like home.
Now it’s our last evening here.
The sunset spills warm gold over the balcony, the air thick with salt and heat, and I decide to dial it up a little. Caden’s half-distracted, scrolling through work emails on his tablet, his jaw locked in that deep, focused way that always makes my stomach flip.
Perfect.
I slide on a sheer black corset that cinches just right, laced with satin and boldness. My knickers match—barely there, lace hugging curves I know he worships. Over it all, I layer a strapless black mini dress, tight enough to tease, short
