Maya's POV
Moonlight bathed the vineyard in silver as Sebastian drew me close, his touch carrying the same desperate hunger that burned through my veins.
Words seemed unnecessary in this moment, replaced only by the harsh rhythm of our breathing as he eased me down onto the earth between the vine rows that carried my name.
The cool ground pressed against my spine while Sebastian's warm body covered mine, creating a contrast that sent shivers across my skin.
His palms moved over my form through the wine-soaked fabric, pausing at spots that drew soft gasps from my throat.
"This dress needs to go," he breathed against the curve of my neck, his fingers locating the zipper that ran down my spine.
"Then remove it," I whispered back, arching slightly to assist him.
The material pooled around me, leaving only the black undergarments I had purchased during our time in Milanis.
