His eyes smoldered as they rested on the swell of her tits in her silk blouse.
The color on her cheeks rose as his flaming eyes slid from her to the pilot.
With a nod from Mak, the skiff lifted off.
The controls glowed as the potent hum of the craft’s engines filled the air. Drowning out any other noises as they winged away from the Sombra and into a void dotted by stars and distant celestial bodies.
Mak leaned into her. ‘Ready for tonight?’
She turned to him with a smile. ‘I can’t wait.’
Tagging her excitement, his chuckle was slow and easy. ‘Let’s have fun with it.’
‘Indeed.’
They shared a long gaze, and she sliced her eyes away with a blush, unable to handle the intensifying heat.
Mak reveled in it. Their connection was growing. That much was evident.
He felt his guard drop even further, his body relaxed, and his usual scowl gone.
All because of Saba.
In recent days, all he wanted was to spend time with her.
During meals, instead of rushing off, he savored every bite, enjoying the flavors and conversation.
The inflections of his rumbled bass even shifted to a warmer and softer burr. He caught laughter and genuine emotion in his words now.
He also lingered each time they touched. Whether with a casual brush of their arms or a more intentional clasp, adding a stroke or caress that made his soul dance and her eyes light up.
Like they were now.
Mid-flight, he slid his hand over and grasped hers.
Warming it in the heated clasp of his sinewed fingers.
She stared at their shared connection.
‘I love your hands,’ she murmured. ‘They’re the first facet I saw of you at the altar.’
‘Is that right?’ he rasped. ‘Your initial thoughts?’
‘Strong, sinewed, lean, sexy.’
She smiled and ducked her eyes as he brought her fingers to his lips and kissed her knuckles, then her ring.
‘Truth be told, I can say the same, Šarim. Your skin intrigues me with how soft it is.’
She blushed, and he chuckled, aching to lean into her and surrender to wild passion as he made sweet love to her.
Given there was no chance of it now, he let his head fall back. His grip tightened over hers in his grasp, signaling the level of peace he was at with her.
The Legends Foundation Carnivale Gala Dinner promised guests an unforgettable night of entertainment and silent and live auctions.
The fundraiser was one of the flotilla’s premier events, held on a grand and magnificent super yacht,The Lance.
A consortium in which the Sauvage family controlled a significant percentage of shares owned the high-end luxury party ship.
