The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the icy cold waters of Nysoria. The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore created a soothing melody that filled the air, mingling with the soft rustle of palm leaves swaying in the night breeze. Inside the luxurious four-poster bed suite, Isla lay nestled against Liam, the warmth of his body enveloping her like a protective cocoon.
After a long day filled with exploration and playful intimacy, Isla felt utterly exhausted. The events of the evening had left her both exhilarated and spent, her body pleasantly weary from the connection they had shared. She had never imagined that she could feel so alive, so in tune with another person, and the memories of their time together danced in her mind like fireflies in the night.
As she shifted slightly, the soft sheets caressed her skin, and she sighed contentedly. Liam was beside her, his strong arm draped protectively over her waist, his breathing deep and steady. She turned
