Chapter 1: Waves of Desire
The sun blazed over the private beach, a secluded stretch of golden sand where Sarah and Ethan had chosen to exchange their vows. It wasn’t a traditional wedding—no stuffy church or overdone ballroom. Instead, it was raw, wild, and utterly them. Sarah stood at the makeshift altar of driftwood and seashells, her bronzed skin glistening under the midday heat, wearing a scandalously tiny white bikini that clung to her curves like a second skin. The thin straps barely held her in, and the bottoms rode low on her hips, daring the ocean breeze to reveal more. She wasn’t here to play the blushing bride; she was a siren, commanding every eye, especially Ethan’s.
Ethan, in nothing but low-slung board shorts, couldn’t tear his gaze away. His chiseled chest heaved as he approached, the officiant’s words a distant hum against the crash of waves. 'Damn, woman,' he muttered under his breath, loud enough for her to catch. 'You trying to kill me before we even say I do?'
Sarah smirked, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief. 'If I am, you’re going down with a smile, babe. You complaining about the view?'
'Complaining? Hell no. I’m just wondering how I’m supposed to focus on vows when all I can think about is peeling that bikini off with my teeth,' Ethan shot back, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine despite the heat.
She stepped closer, the scent of coconut oil and salt on her skin intoxicating him. 'Keep talking like that, and we won’t make it through the ceremony. I’m not above dragging you into the surf right now,' she teased, her tone sharp and playful, a challenge wrapped in velvet.
'Don’t tempt me, Sarah. I’ve got half a mind to say screw the guests and take you right here on the sand,' he growled, his hands twitching at his sides as if resisting the urge to grab her.
Her laugh was a wicked melody. 'Patience, lover boy. Let’s make it official first. Then you can have your way with me—or try to. I don’t go down easy.'
The officiant cleared his throat, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple as he stumbled through the final lines. The small crowd of friends and family chuckled, sensing the electric tension between the couple. When the words 'you may kiss the bride' finally came, Ethan didn’t hesitate. He pulled Sarah against him, her toned body pressing into his hard frame, and claimed her mouth in a kiss that was anything but chaste. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as their tongues tangled, a preview of the storm brewing between them.
As they broke apart, panting, Sarah whispered against his lips, 'Meet me by the cabana in ten. I’m not waiting for the reception to get what I want.' Her eyes burned with a promise, her body already humming with need, wet heat pooling between her thighs at the thought of what was coming.
Ethan grinned, his voice a husky rasp. 'Ten minutes, huh? Better not keep me waiting, or I’ll come find you—and I won’t be gentle.'
She tossed her hair over her shoulder, sauntering away with a sway of her hips that had him damn near growling. The cabana loomed ahead, a private oasis draped in sheer fabric, the perfect hideaway for what they both craved. Sarah’s pulse raced, her skin flushed and sweating under the sun, knowing that in mere minutes, she’d have Ethan exactly where she wanted him—hard, desperate, and all hers.
To be continued...
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