Louis's P.O.V

Renee's black hair fell in loose curls down her shoulders, offering little cover to her bare back that seemed like it was carved out of perfection. She was wearing a high-neck piece, staring intently at herself in the mirror before she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

The green dress that she wore clung to her figure perfectly and the sight of her made my breathing cease. I was stunned into silence, eyes snaking down her bare back as the urge to trail wet kisses down her spine overwhelmed me and most importantly, to bend her over the railing and take her from behind.

That was...