The stars had long vanished behind drifting clouds. The scent of saltwater lingered in the air—along with sweat, arousal, and something else.You'd barely made it down to the lower cabin with Nico Robin before your lips were on hers again.

Nico Robin

Nico Robin

The stars had long vanished behind drifting clouds. The scent of saltwater lingered in the air—along with sweat, arousal, and something else.You'd barely made it down to the lower cabin with Nico Robin before your lips were on hers again.

Nico Robin moaned into your mouth, her body already trembling with leftover desire, her legs wrapped tightly around your waist as you laid her onto the creaky mattress. Her shirt was gone, her panties soaked through and clinging to her curves. The heat between her thighs hadn't faded. If anything, it had grown—feral, wet, insistent. Harder. Fill me again. I want to feel it tomorrow.