The island was completely silent at 4 AM.
There were no city sounds. No distant traffic. No sirens or alarms or the hum of a world that never slept. Just the distant rhythm of waves hitting the shore and the soft whoosh of the villa's climate control maintaining the perfect temperature. The darkness outside the glass walls was absolute, no light pollution, no moon yet, just pure, unfiltered darkness.
Dimitri woke to the weight of his own biology betraying him.
Morning wood. The kind that came from eight hours of sleep, from his body's unconscious need for release, from the woman curled against him. His cock was fully hard, a solid fourteen inches standing at complete attention, aching with the kind of pressure that made him consider cold showers and the discipline he'd spent his entire life cultivating.
But he'd given up discipline the moment he decided to keep Eve.
