Lone Naisen adjusted her dress, the silky red fabric clinging to her curves as the cool breeze of the summer night brushed against her skin. She stood barefoot on the sandy beach, her heart racing with anticipation. Matteo, with his tall frame and piercing eyes, was already waiting for her by the shore, his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of his toned chest.
"You're late," he teased, his voice deep and smooth, like velvet.
"Blame the mirror," she replied with a sly smile, stepping closer until the warmth of his presence wrapped around her.
The moonlight reflected off the waves, casting a silver glow on their faces. Matteo reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of her golden hair behind her ear. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
Lone felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes locked. Her voice caught in her throat, but her body instinctively moved closer. Matteo placed a hand on her waist, pulling her firmly against him. Their breaths mingled, the world fading away until it was just them-two souls lost in the rhythm of the waves and the pull of desire.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, soft and tentative at first. But the moment their mouths fully met, the kiss deepened, igniting a fire that neither could control. Lone's hands found their way to Matteo's shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as their passion grew.
Matteo's hands explored her back, tracing every curve as if committing her to memory. They sank to the sand together, the cool grains a stark contrast to the heat between them. Lone gasped as Matteo's lips trailed down her neck, his touch both gentle and commanding.
Their breaths grew heavier, their movements more urgent, as they let go of everything but each other. Lone's laughter mixed with moans as Matteo whispered her name like a prayer. Time seemed to stop as they surrendered to the raw intensity of their connection, their bodies and souls intertwined under the watchful gaze of the moon.
When the waves finally lapped at their feet, pulling them back to reality, Lone rested her head on Matteo's chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. "Do you think the stars envy us tonight?" she murmured, her voice soft and dreamy.
Matteo smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No," he said. "They're shining brighter because of you."
They lay there together, wrapped in each other's warmth, knowing that whatever tomorrow brought, this moment was theirs forever.
