Semua Bab Daddy's Kitten: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The first rays of dawn began to tease the horizon over the Seychelles' North Island, painting the sky in soft hues of lavender and rose. It was just past 5:30 a.m. when Katherine stirred. The sheets, tangled around her legs, slipped away as she sat up abruptly. The excitement for the sunrise gripped her like a fever and the thought of sharing it with Vincent made her heart race.  Barefoot, she padded across the cool teak floor, the hem of her nightie brushing her thighs, before turning back to the bed where Vincent lay sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his head, his chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths. Katherine couldn't contain herself. She almost jumped onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she leaned over him, her hands gently but insistently shaking his broad shoulders.  "Vincent! Wake

Vincent's arms tightened around Katherine's wet, trembling body as he lifted her effortlessly from the pool, water cascading off their skin. Her legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, the remnants of his cum still sticky on her breasts, mixing with the pool water to create a slick trail down her torso. He stepped out onto the warm deck tiles, the muscles in his back and shoulders flexing with each stride toward the cottage.  Katherine buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the masculine mix of chlorine, wine and his natural musk, her heart racing from the intensity of what they'd just shared. "You're carrying me like I weigh nothing," she murmured against his skin, her voice a soft, breathless tease laced with awe.  Vincent chuckled, his hand sliding to cup her ass, fingers digging into the firm flesh. "Be

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the cottage, casting a warm, golden glow across the rumpled bed where Vincent and Katherine lay entwined in the quiet hush of morning. The air was still carrying the faint scent of salt from the nearby ocean and the lingering musk of their previous night's passions.  Katherine slept peacefully on her side, her naked body pressed back against Vincent's front in a perfect spoon, her soft curves molding to his harder frame. His arm draped possessively around her waist, fingers splayed across the smooth plane of her belly, while his other arm pillowed under her head, cradling her like something precious yet claimed. Their legs tangled intimately, her thigh hooked over his, the heat of their skin a comforting barrier against the cool sheets. As the sunrays danced across his closed eyeli

The summit of the island's highest point felt like the pinnacle of their private world, the panoramic views stretching out endlessly, turquoise waters crashing against jagged rocks far below, lush green hills rolling toward the horizon under a sky so blue it seemed painted. The wind carried the salty tang of the ocean, whipping Katherine's hair around her face as she stood there, the wildflower crown Vincent had woven for her slightly askew but still framing her flushed cheeks.  Her heart raced not just from the hike's exertion but from the kiss they'd shared moments ago, a fierce press of lips that had ignited the embers of their morning passion anew. Vincent's strong and unyielding arms encircled her from behind, pulling her back against the solid wall of his chest. His breath was warm against her ear, his body heat seeping through the thin fabric of her open shirt, making her acutely

The dinner at The Cross on Spa Hill had been a symphony of flames and flavors, leaving Katherine and Vincent sated yet simmering with unspoken promises. The bonfire's embers still danced in their minds as the helicopter whisked them back to the cottage, the night air cool against their flushed skin.  Vincent's hand rested possessively on her thigh during the short flight, fingers tracing lazy circles that made her pulse quicken. As they stepped onto the villa's porch, the ocean's whisper greeted them, the stars a glittering canopy overhead. But before they could cross the threshold, Vincent's phone buzzed insistently in his pocket, a sound that cut through the romantic haze like a sharp edge. He glanced at the screen. "Work," he muttered, already stepping aside to answer.