Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
He hesitates for the briefest moment, his dark eyes searching mine, and then he leans down, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that is both gentle and possessive. It’s as if the world stops spinning, and all that exists is this connection between us.
The kiss deepens, his hands slipping around my waist, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in the warmth and intensity of his embrace. His lips are soft yet demanding, each movement sending waves of heat through my body.
Our surroundings fade away, the sun and the sea and the distant horizon all melting into the background. All I can think about is Lorenzo and the way he tastes, the way his muscular body feels against mine, and the unspoken promises in his touch.
When we finally pull apart, breathless and dazed, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes dark and filled with an emotion that mirrors my own. “Mira,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire and something deeper, something I can’t quite name.
“Lorenzo,” I reply, my own voice barely more than a breath. “This feels...”
“Right,” he finishes, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “It feels right.”
We spend the rest of the day in a beautiful haze, lounging on the deck, sharing stolen kisses and whispered conversations. The sun begins its slow descent, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, but I hardly notice, too caught up in the magic of the moment.
As the evening falls, we find ourselves still entwined in each other’s arms, the world around us bathed in the soft glow of twilight. There’s a sense of peace, of something profound and unspoken settling between us.
In this fleeting escape from reality, in the safety of Lorenzo’s arms, I realize that despite the dangers and uncertainties that lie ahead, I’ve found something truly precious. And it’s a feeling I won’t let go of lightly.
For now, we have this moment, this day on the yacht, and the promise of tomorrow. And as I rest my head on Lorenzo’s shoulder, I know we’ll face whatever comes next together.
EIGHT
LORENZO
As the evening deepens, the soft glow of the yacht's lights casts a warm, intimate atmosphere on the deck. The sounds of the ocean create a soothing melody, the rhythmic waves lapping against the hull as Mira and I stroll side by side. On the way back to her stateroom, I can’t help but feel a sense of peace I haven’t known in years.
We reach her door, the gentle hum of the yacht ever-present in the background. I turn to face her, her aquamarine eyes reflecting the soft glow of the hallway light. Her face, framed by those blonde curls, looks particularly angelic in this moment, a blend of innocence and strength.
“This is your stop,” I say softly, a hint of reluctance in my voice. My cock is urging me to make a move but I ignore the fucker, knowing she needs more time.
She smiles up at me, her expression a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something that makes my pulse quicken. “Thank you for today, Lorenzo. It was… perfect.”
“For me as well,” I reply, meaning every word. “Good night, Mira.”
I lean in to kiss her. As my lips brush her skin, she shifts slightly, her face tilting to meet mine fully. Suddenly, our lips are only a breath apart. The unexpected closeness sends a jolt through me, and I’m unable to resist the temptation.
She shocks the fuck out of me and closes the gap. All the blood in my body rushes straight to my cock as her lips press softly yet insistently against mine. The kiss is gentle yet charged with a latent energy that makes my heart race.
I pull back slightly, searching her eyes for understanding, but what I find there is an unmistakable invitation. A daring spark that both surprises and mesmerizes me.
“Mira…” I begin, but she silences me with another kiss, this one bolder, deeper. Her hands slide up to rest on my shoulders, fingers lacing behind my neck, pulling me closer as her curvy body presses against mine.
Instinctively, my arms wrap around her waist, drawing her impossibly closer. The warmth of her body and the softness of her lips feel dangerously right. The boundaries I’d been so careful to maintain blur and fade into the background as I lose the fight.
Her movements are sincere and unguarded, her kiss a declaration of her acceptance of me and my lifestyle. I respond in kind, my hesitations melting away as I surrender to the moment. The world outside might be a whirlwind of chaos and challenges, but right now, here in her embrace, there’s only an oasis of passion and connection.
When we finally break apart, breathless and slightly dazed, she rests her forehead against mine, those beautiful eyes searching mine for a reaction.