VICTORIA

“And this place?” I asked in awe as my feet finally touched the grass.

I was staring at a clear-water lagoon glowing under the moonlight.

The waters moved with gentle undercurrents, and massive rocks rose in the center.

“It’s a spot I found once while exploring these woods. A waterfall from the mountains flows into it,” he explained.

He was up to something, I could feel it in his dirty intentions.

He walked to the shore, took off his boots, and stepped barefoot over the pebbles.

“Let’s take a dip to cool off,” his husky voice slipped into my ears, setting my imagination on fire.

He started undressing right in front of my hungry eyes, no shame at all.

Pulled off his white linen shirt, raising those powerful arms over his head.

His almost blond hair tousled in a sexy mess.

As his hands moved to the buttons of his black leather pants, my greedy gaze devoured him.

I finally saw the full tribal tattoo wrapped around his neck.

It looked rough, fierce, like it was hiding something e