The warm Corsican night was alive with the sound of waves lapping against the shore, their rhythm matching the quiet hum of excitement in Romain’s chest. The engagement celebration had been a success, but now, as he stood by the pool with Lina, the world felt smaller, quieter, more intimate. The moonlight spilled over the water, casting shimmering reflections onto her smooth skin, and Romain couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her curvaceous figure, the way her flowing hair framed her face, and the soft curve of her lips as she smiled at him.“It’s beautiful here,” Lina murmured, her voice soft but laced with something deeper—something that made Romain’s pulse quicken. She dipped her toes into the water, the ripples spreading out like secrets shared between them. “It’s even more beautiful now that you’re here,” Romain replied, his tone low and husky. He stepped closer, the heat of his body brushing against hers. The tattoos on his chest seemed to ripple with the tension in the air, and Lina’s breath hitched as she turned to face him. Her eyes met his, dark and intense, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy with unspoken desire, and then, as if drawn together by some invisible force, their lips met. It was a kiss that started slow—a gentle exploration—but quickly deepened into something more urgent, more primal. Romain’s hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Lina responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself against him. The feel of his muscular frame against her softer curves sent shivers down her spine, and she let out a soft moan as his tongue teased hers. The taste of him—dark, intoxicating—was enough to make her head spin, and she clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded.Romain’s hands roamed lower, cupping her hips before sliding down to grip her thighs. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. The coolness of the water contrasted with the heat of their bodies as he carried her into the pool, the sensation making Lina gasp. “Romain,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. “Tell me what

Romain, standing by a pool with Lina, was captivated by her beauty, causing his pulse to quicken. Their proximity led to a deep, passionate kiss underneath the moonlight. Romain then lifted Lina into the pool, with her legs around his waist, to continue their intimate moment.

The warm Corsican night was alive with the sound of waves lapping against the shore, their rhythm matching the quiet hum of excitement in Romain’s chest. The engagement celebration had been a success, but now, as he stood by the pool with Lina, the world felt smaller, quieter, more intimate. The moonlight spilled over the water, casting shimmering reflections onto her smooth skin, and Romain couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her curvaceous figure, the way her flowing hair framed her face, and the soft curve of her lips as she smiled at him.

“It’s beautiful here,” Lina murmured, her voice soft but laced with something deeper—something that made Romain’s pulse quicken. She dipped her toes into the water, the ripples spreading out like secrets shared between them. 

“It’s even more beautiful now that you’re here,” Romain replied, his tone low and husky. He stepped closer, the heat of his body brushing against hers. The tattoos on his chest seemed to ripple with the tension in the air, and Lina’s breath hitched as she turned to face him. 

Her eyes met his, dark and intense, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy with unspoken desire, and then, as if drawn together by some invisible force, their lips met. It was a kiss that started slow—a gentle exploration—but quickly deepened into something more urgent, more primal. Romain’s hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. 

Lina responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed herself against him. The feel of his muscular frame against her softer curves sent shivers down her spine, and she let out a soft moan as his tongue teased hers. The taste of him—dark, intoxicating—was enough to make her head spin, and she clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded.

Romain’s hands roamed lower, cupping her hips before sliding down to grip her thighs. In one swift motion, he lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. The coolness of the water contrasted with the heat of their bodies as he carried her into the pool, the sensation making Lina gasp. 

“Romain,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. 

“Tell me what

A powerful mafia boss invites his beloved to his luxurious Corsican villa, revealing his true profession to her family and receiving unexpected support. The night culminates in a passionate proposal and a moonlit poolside confession, exploring themes of forbidden love, family acceptance, and intense desire.

Passionate Secrets in the Corsican Twilight

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