Tuesday, 22 April 2025

Chapter 10: The Heat Before the Horizon

Chapter 10: The Heat Before the Horizon

The morning sun rose slowly over Salty Island, casting a soft golden glow across the villa. Silk sheets clung to sun-kissed, tangled bodies — some sleeping, some already teasing the day awake with soft kisses and lazy caresses. A few moaned in bliss as hands slid beneath covers, laughter bubbling in the haze of post-orgy satisfaction.

But Salty had plans. One more night. One more fantasy.

And this time… it was all for Sarah.


The sun dipped low again, and Sarah stood on the balcony wrapped in a silk robe, her blonde hair messy from the ocean breeze, her curves on full display beneath the thin fabric. The scent of tropical flowers mingled with anticipation.

Michelle appeared behind her, wearing nothing but a smile and glittering heels. “You ready?”

Sarah turned and smirked. “Born ready.”

The rest of the crew was already waiting — Ciara and Ellen, glowing and breathless from a pre-party shower. The villa had been transformed for the grand finale: black silk draped across everything, golden candles lit in every corner, and a bed the size of a dancefloor covered in rose petals and velvet ropes.

And there… at the center of it all… stood Salty.

Black suit pants, shirtless, his muscles shining, a gold chain against his chest. He looked like a god who’d descended to earth just to ruin them all.


“You’ve all tasted paradise,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “But tonight, we end with surrender.”

Sarah stepped forward. “Who’s surrendering, Salty?”

He smiled. “All of us.”


The night unfolded like a fever dream.

Sarah’s robe was the first to fall. She climbed onto the massive bed, crawling toward Salty, her body a living flame. He met her in the center, his lips crashing against hers. They rolled in the sheets, gasping, moaning, each kiss more desperate, more hungry than the last.

Michelle joined, kissing Sarah’s neck as Salty slid between her thighs. Ciara and Ellen pressed in from behind, touching, caressing, teasing her into a breathless state of bliss.

Then came the others — Yasmin, Chantel, Haruka, Maya… one by one they joined, a circle of bodies glistening with sweat, passion dripping from every movement.


The heat was unbearable.

Michelle and Lucía kissed passionately as they straddled each other. Chantel massaged Salty’s chest with warm oil, her breasts bouncing as she rode his thigh. Sarah took him deep, screaming his name with each thrust, her body writhing as Michelle and Ellen teased her sensitive spots in perfect rhythm.

It was a frenzy of hands, lips, moans, and movement.

Ciara and Sasha pulled each other into the mirrored corner, watching their reflections as they made love. Haruka and Aurora fed fruit to each other between kisses. The air was thick with the sound of skin on skin, the pulse of music, and the symphony of desire.




Salty brought Sarah back to the center.

She lay on her back, legs open, arms stretched, her eyes locked onto his. “Take me like I’m yours.”

“You already are,” he growled.

He entered her hard and deep, the whole bed rocking with every thrust. Sarah screamed his name, over and over, her body overwhelmed with wave after wave of pleasure. Every other woman joined around them — watching, touching, some writhing in their own ecstasy, others coming again just from the sight.

Then he filled her — and pulled every last cry from her soul.


They all collapsed in a final tangle of limbs and bliss, the sheets soaked, the candles flickering low.

Sarah turned her head, resting it against Salty’s chest.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “That’s the end.”

He stroked her hair. “Not quite.”

From beneath the bed, he pulled out a small box.

Eyes wide, breath caught, Sarah sat up slowly.

Inside? A gold ring — warm, engraved with the words: Forever Salty.

The girls gasped, clapped, kissed her cheeks.

Tears brimmed in Sarah’s eyes. “Are you… serious?”

“I’ve found what I was searching for,” he said, his voice soft. “You. All of you. But especially… you.”

Sarah laughed, the happiest she’d ever been. “You better still bring me to Ibiza.”

“Bags are packed,” Salty said with a wink. “Private jet leaves at sunrise.”


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