WESLEY POV
Once Haven and I had straightened ourselves out after our quickie, we left the villa with Nolan and Cassandra, following them through the winding stone paths of the island towards the center. The starlight glinted off the white houses, and the scent of the blossoming bougainvillea trees mixed with the salt of the sea water and invaded my senses.
It was that exact scent that had awoken that desperate, aching need in me while we were getting ready. That, and the swirling magic of the island, and the way Haven looked in that almost see through dress.
I inhaled again, and caught another whiff of our mixed scents underneath the smells of the island, the scent of my c*m lingering between her legs. I didn’t let her wash it off. Not with that dress she had to wear. Not with the way i
