As the night settled, both Victor and Nightfire walked on the empty beach as they saw the waves of the night that looked too dark.
The sand was cool under their bare feet. Nightfire's hair flowed in the breeze that was getting slightly harder, tossing wild strands across her cheeks. She blinked and looked at the ocean, her eyes squinting when she saw… the shadow of the mountain they'd glimpsed from the dining hall.
She hummed softly, almost nervously, "This feels romantic." Her voice was a hush over the rush of waves, carrying a slightly awkward tone, but her body was trembling in anticipation.
She knew something was going to happen here. Every part of her skin tingled with the truth—she knew he was going to fuck her mindlessly here!
Her legs started to wobble already. This romantic, gentle breeze, mixed with the sound of the surf and the sudden hot ache between her thighs… it was going to be super erotic.
