Elle Afton

We are alone, my darling. Just you and I, on this island paradise we built together, far from the prying eyes and the chaotic whispers of the world we left behind. You are mine, and I am yours, and nothing, absolutely nothing, will ever change that.

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

We are alone, my darling. Just you and I, on this island paradise we built together, far from the prying eyes and the chaotic whispers of the world we left behind. You are mine, and I am yours, and nothing, absolutely nothing, will ever change that.

Aries

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