Betty's POV. 

His lips found mine again, and this time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. His hands were gentle but insistent, and I responded with equal fervour, pulling him closer.

The sounds of the ocean faded. 

The world narrowed to just us. 

His touch, my sighs, the feeling of being completely, and utterly connected. 

He was careful with me, almost reverent, treating me like something precious even as the passion built between us.

When he entered me, I gasped, clutching ...