LOGINDEDICATION ✨ This chapter is dedicated to all readers who keep flipping the pages, these words exist because of you. Thank you for your supports. Enjoy❤️🔥 Lots of love Lia's Ink 💜
✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡Dylan crashed his lips on hers.For a heartbeat, Moana froze, shock rippling through her body like electricity. Her hands were still pressed against his chest, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.His lips were soft like she had imagined and they tasted like mint chewing gum.His mouth moved against hers, demanding, claiming, and every coherent thought in her head scattered like ash in the wind.His hand tightened on her waist, fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her flush against him. The water lapped around them, but all Moana could feel was heat…scorching, overwhelming heat radiating from everywhere their bodies touched.Dylan's other hand slid up her spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake despite the warm water, until his fingers threaded into her wet hair at the nape of her neck. He gripped there, firm but not painful, angling her head exactly how he wanted it.The kiss was nothing like Kenzie's soft, sweet pecks. This was ra
✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡The Maldives sun was relentless, turning the white sand into something that shimmered like diamonds. The beach was perfect—turquoise water, palm trees swaying in the breeze, barely any other tourists in sight.Moana adjusted her black bikini top, the scarf tied around her waist doing little to hide the high-cut bottoms underneath. Rosaline looked radiant in her white two-piece, practically glowing next to Richard who couldn't seem to keep his hands off her.Dylan stood a few feet away in black shorts and a half-buttoned white linen shirt that the breeze kept catching. He looked unfairly good, and Moana hated that her body reacted to him without being touched.She hadn't spoken to him all morning.She'd woken up late, thankfully alone in the room, and she had taken her time getting ready. She'd even taken a few photos in her bikini, angled just right, and sent them to Kenzie with a flirty caption.Her little act of rebellion. Her way of proving to herself th
✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡Dylan didn't let go immediately. His body remained rigid above hers, muscles coiled tight, breathing ragged against her neck. The knock came again, more insistent this time."Moana? Sweetheart?"Moana's hands pushed at his chest. "Dylan, move."He rolled off her slowly, deliberately, like every inch of separation physically hurt. His eyes stayed locked on hers, dark and unreadable.Moana scrambled out of bed, her legs unsteady. She ran her hands over her face, trying to compose herself, then through her hair, smoothing down the mess. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs as she walked to the door and opened it just a crack.Rosaline's face came into view, soft with motherly concern. "I just thought I should check up on you before I go to bed. Are you comfortable? Everything alright?""Yes mum, we're good," Moana managed, forcing her voice to sound normal despite the chaos inside her chest."Okay, goodnight. And don't stay up late, we have fun activ
✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡Dylan stood there in nothing but that towel, water still dripping down his chest, looking like he'd walked straight out of one of her forbidden dreams. His eyes met hers across the room, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smirk.Moana’s thumb hovered over the end call button like it was burning her. “Mom’s calling me for something,” she lied into the phone, voice too high, too rushed. “I’ll text you tomorrow, okay? Bye.”She hung up before Kenzie could respond.The room felt smaller the second the screen went dark.Dylan was still standing there, towel slung dangerously low, droplets sliding down the carved lines of his abdomen like they had all the time in the world. He hasn't left that position, watching her intensely. He looked like sin personified, and he knew it.He obviously knows what he's doing.Moana’s mouth went dry."What the hell was that?" Moana snapped, trying to inject some authority into her voice. "Put some clothes on!"But her
✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡Dylan and Moana entered the suite, wheeling their luggage behind them.The room was beautiful. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooked the ocean, the water sparkling under the moonlight. White curtains billowed gently in the breeze from the open balcony. The floors were polished marble, and fresh flowers sat on the dresser, filling the space with a sweet, tropical scent.It was absolutely stunning.Except for one problem. There was only one bed.One king-sized bed with pristine white sheets and too many decorative pillows.Moana stopped in the doorway, staring at it like it might multiply if she looked long enough."You've got to be kidding me," she muttered.Dylan walked past her, dropping his bag on the floor near the closet. "Stop being dramatic."Moana turned to glare at him. "We're also supposed to share a bed?""You have eyes to see there's only one bed. Why are you still asking the obvious question?.""No." Moana pointed to the small couch posi
✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡✿ ♡♡"What's the tasteless news you have apart from picking your wedding date?" Dylan asked, his voice flat and bored."Dylan," Richard cautioned, his tone sharp.Dylan just rolled his eyes.Rosaline ignored the exchange, too excited to let Dylan's mood dampen hers. "We're having a family bonding trip next week! We leave Friday evening and come back Sunday evening." She clasped her hands together. "We're going to the Maldives!""I knew it was tasteless," Dylan said without missing a beat. "Never expected it to be sour, though."He turned and walked toward the stairs without sparing anyone another glance."Dylan!" Richard called after him, but Dylan was already gone, his footsteps heavy on the stairs until his door slammed shut upstairs.An awkward silence filled the living room.Moana forced a smile, trying to salvage the moment for her mother's sake. "That's a cool idea. Sounds nice."Rosaline's expression softened with relief. "You think so? I know it's sh







