His mouth finds mine with a hunger that steals the air from my lungs—deep, possessive, perfect. His tongue moves like he’s tasting something he’s craved for years. When he lifts me, I don’t question it. I just cling to him, legs wrapped around his waist, body molded to his like we were always meant to fit this way.
He carries us outside without breaking the kiss, the night air cool against my overheated skin. The beach reveals itself like a secret just for us—tucked behind high hills and protected by a fence, untouched and hidden from the world. It’s no more than an acre wide, a perfect crescent of moonlit sand kissing the edge of dark, warm water.
And heaven, it’s beautiful.
Caden steps into the sea like he owns it, walking in until the waves lap at his hips. Just as his mouth crashes
