The sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold. On the secluded shores of the Adriatic, Alessia stood with her toes buried in the warm sand, the scent of salt and passion thick in the air. Her heart pounded as she felt Luca’s gaze rake over her, his smirk lazy yet filled with intent.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” she murmured, her voice barely louder than the whisper of the waves.
“Like what?” Luca stepped closer, his fingertips grazing her sun-kissed skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Like you’re about to devour me.”
A chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Maybe I am.”
Before she could respond, his lips found hers—urgent, claiming, a fire igniting between them hotter than the summer heat. His hands traced the delicate lace of her bikini, teasing, promising. The world around them blurred—only the crash of the ocean and the racing of their pulses remained.
“Here?” she gasped as he pressed her back against a sun-warmed rock, his body molding to hers.
“Why not?” His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to taste more of her, to drink her in as if he had been starved.
Desire surged, their bodies melting, surrendering to the primal call of the sea and the night, where nothing existed beyond the hunger in their touch.
