Ocean's Breath Plateau [m] seventy-fifth

the priest's arms slowly wound around nazli; he kissed the swell of one shoulder. the masculinity in him did not care if they were seen; the diplomat status he held now checked his more passionate touches, and he controlled his want with some reluctance.

but his gaze darted down the beach with daring, until he spotted a cluster of boulders; he drew nazli toward their shadow with his own dancing step, stopping often to share another kiss with the priestess as if they were the only two in the world.