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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the beach, we set up a cozy picnic spot. Sitting on the sand with a gentle breeze lifting the edges of her skirt, we savored a meal that felt like the perfect culmination of our journey together.
Blankets were spread out beneath us, adorned with a delicious feast. Our private chef had surpassed expectations, preparing a spread that captured the essence of Greek cuisine: homemade moussaka, grilled octopus, Tsoureki, and a classic feta Greek salad.
While we were dining, Sofiya proposed playing a round of twenty questions.
She asked about my father, my favorite movies, and my hobbies, wanting to know everything about me.
Amidst our chat, I shared how my father and I used to celebrate my birthday with his favorite lemon cake in the park. When I admitted my soft spot for “Scarface,” she responded with an amused eye roll.
Our conversation then shifted to tattoos, and I revealed my plans for the next one – a red rose etched on my left ribs, positioned right next to my heart.
The blueprint was ready, waiting for us to hit Moscow, and I intended to have her initials permanently marked there, claiming her on my skin.
“I’d love to come to Moscow with you, but I really enjoy my job at Lazzio & Co,” she whispered, poking at her food with her fork.
“I’m sure the National Gallery of Russian Treasures would really value your expertise. I spoke with Ruslan Tchiek,” I replied between bites of moussaka. “He mentioned they’d be thrilled to have you join their team.”
She squinted at me. “Did you threaten him?”
I shrugged casually.
I may have mentioned something about beheading his entire family and mistresses, but that was something she didn’t need to know.
“Mikhaïl, you did not!” She chuckled, gently tapping my shoulder.
We ate in silence, occasionally interrupted by her shy glances. She rubbed her legs together and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear – gestures that revealed her nervousness, excitement, and something else, something elusive that I couldn’t quite grasp.
“What’s on your mind?” I whispered, gently caressing her cheek.
She shook her head, her hair falling around her face, hiding her from my view.
I gently took her chin and turned her face toward me. “Tell me.”
Her cheeks blushed bright red as she pressed her lips together.
I drew her closer by her chin, seizing the chance to kiss her reddened skin.
“Tell me,” I insisted.
She hesitated. “Is this a private beach?”
I furrowed my brow, a bit surprised by the question. “Yeah, it’s all ours.”
It was the least I could give her—a secluded paradise just for us.
She nodded, her gaze drifting down to my lips, her fingers finding their way to my chest where my shirt was open, exposing my abs, giving her easy access to explore.
“Volk—” she started, a mischievous spark in her eyes.
I couldn’t help but growl softly, lifting an eyebrow as a silent warning for her to choose her words carefully.
“Mikhaïl,” she corrected herself with a playful smile. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Pulling her closer, I leaned in and brushed a kiss across her lips, my tongue tracing a teasing path. “Da.”
Her hand caressed the nape of my neck, her lips nearing my ear, teasingly nibbling my earlobe then soothing it with a gentle lick.
“I’ve always … fantasized about making love on the beach,” she gently admitted in a soft murmur.
