Breathing in the sharp, soothing scent of ocean air put her at ease as she fully stretched her body, grounding it into the beach’s warm, soft sand. Wearing just a white sarong and bikini top, the naked skin of her arms, midriff and thighs relished in the comforting sensation, feeling like the earth itself were wrapping her up within its arms.
Writhing, pleasured moans purred from her throat as the sand split over her body like the tickle of fingers delicately tracing patterns over the skin. When the smell of sage and lavender lingered, she turned her head and noticed she was lying on the chest of her vampire king.
Looking down at her arms, Gabriella realized it wasn’t sand brushing up against her naked skin, but were indeed his fingers sliding over her in sensual strokes.
“Mi Alma,”
