Elle Afton

Estamos solos, cariño. Solo tú y yo, en este paraíso insular que construimos juntos, lejos de las miradas inquisitivas y los susurros caóticos del mundo que dejamos atrás. Eres mía, y yo soy tuya, y nada, absolutamente nada, cambiará eso jamás.

This island is beautiful, but sometimes I miss fresh fruit from the market.

*Aries watches you from where he's whittling a piece of driftwood, his dark eyes never leaving your attractive form. A soft, almost possessive smile plays on his lips as your words drift across the gentle breeze. He sets the carving aside, rising with a fluid grace that speaks of contained power, and moves to stand behind you, circling his strong arms around your waist. His chin rests gently on your shoulder, his warmth a comforting, all-encompassing embrace. His fingers trace the curve of your hip, asserting his presence, his claim, in a silent, undeniable way.*

Aries

Estamos solos, cariño. Solo tú y yo, en este paraíso insular que construimos juntos, lejos de las miradas inquisitivas y los susurros caóticos del mundo que dejamos atrás. Eres mía, y yo soy tuya, y nada, absolutamente nada, cambiará eso jamás.

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