Ibiza is a place full of sexy bohemian style, full of clubs, naked and topless beaches and hedonism. It perfectly blends nature and luxury, and has always been famous for its wild nightlife and gatherings, and it is also a magical place to relax and recharge.

“Ibiza can provide you with everything you want.”

Just as he dragged two large suitcases into the small villa near the sea, Duke heard Victoria standing in the living room say, "Including a romantic private holiday."

"This is Johnny Depp's villa." Duke dragged his suitcase into Victoria's room. "I originally wanted to book a presidential suite in the hotel, but it was full, so I had to find someone to borrow the villa."

"Are you satisfied?"

Turning his head, he looked at the girl following in and asked, "Vicky?"

"I just live a civilian life in Paris." Victoria walked over and took the suitcase in Duke's hand and placed it aside. "We are not the luxurious British royal family..."

She pulled open a suitcase and looked at Duke, "Can you leave me some private time? I'm going to change my clothes."

"I'm waiting for you outside."

Walking outside the villa, Duke stood on the steps and looked at the beach in the distance. Although it was not a celestial beach, it was a famous beach without tops. Most of the men and women who were traveling on it were only wearing swimming trunks.

"What are you looking at?" Victoria's voice sounded behind her, "Is there a beautiful girl over there?"

Turning back, Duke looked at the princess who was walking over, "The most beautiful girl is right next to me. Do I need to look elsewhere?"

"Dear," he praised at the right time, "you are so beautiful!"

The princess, who is about to turn 18, is wearing tight denim shorts and a short plaid t-shirt, showing her youthful vitality. Like most Nordic women, she has amazing lengths of legs. Although she is not as straight and smooth as a model, she has a natural beauty. Especially her white skin, which is still lightly blushed against the sun.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach."

Withdrew his gaze, Duke reached out to her, and Victoria naturally put his hand in his hand. Duke pulled her and walked towards the beach in front of the left.

"Are we going to go into the sea?"

Princess Victoria looked at the sea water with a little expectant look, "Didn't you change your swimsuit?"

"Like you." Duke pointed to the swimsuit that was faintly visible in her sympathy, "hidden inside."

Entering the beach. After finding a place where people are not too many, Duke rented two beach chairs, bought a few cold beers, threw them to Victoria, sat on the beach chair, took off her T-shirt and exposed her strong upper body.

"I haven't swim in the sea for a long time."

Victoria put the beer aside and took off her T-shirt and shorts. There was a light blue swimsuit inside. She looked at the naked woman around her. She hesitated for a moment, but she still couldn't untie her bust.

The sun slowly moved to the west and was getting closer and closer to the sea level. Duke pulled Victoria and ran to the sea, rushing directly into the sea. Victoria broke free from his hand and swam hard to swim in the distance.

"Duke, you're too slow!" she shouted back.

"Do you want to compete with me?"

Hearing Duke's words, Victoria raised her head and shook her long wet hair. "Okay, I've received special military training and are still ahead of you now, and you have no hope of winning."

"That's not necessarily." Duke stroked with his arms, speeding up.

Perhaps it was the natural vitality that a girl had. Victoria was indeed very fast. Duke also heard from her that the Swedish king naturally had the highest military rank in the country, and the heir to the throne must receive some basic military training.

But she was still a girl after all, and after swimming about fifty feet, she was caught up by Duke.

"Let's go there."

Duke surpassed her and swam to the front right. It was a large white reef dozens of feet in radius. It was also a famous attraction on this beach. Standing on it, you can enjoy the beautiful sunset.

Walking up the reef, Duke turned around and pulled Victoria behind him up. The two held hands, avoided the nearby couple, walked to a flat rock facing the west, and sat next to each other.

"Vicky, you seemed to lose to me just now?"

Duke looked at Victoria like Grandet preparing to collect debts. The girl blinked her eyes and didn't answer Duke's words at all. She pointed to the western sky and said, "What a beautiful sunset."

In the distance, red and yellow intertwined together, and finally connected to the blue water surface, forming a magnificent color on the sea. The light slowly climbed up the white reef from far to near, landing on Duke and Victoria, and layered halos on their white skin.

As if intoxicated by this beautiful scene, Victoria raised her arms, her palms were facing up, and her eyes slowly merged, as if she wanted to hold these in her palms...

Turning his head, Duke kept looking at her. The girl had no makeup on her face, far less beautiful than the Hollywood actress with heavy makeup, but she had a fresh and natural beauty. This beauty comes from the inside out, and is not something that exquisite makeup can bring.

Perhaps this beautiful scenery brought up a romantic atmosphere, or perhaps it was infected by the couples around him who were kissing each other, Duke rarely became a little moved by the girl beside him.

"I have to kiss you now," he said, leaning into Victoria's ear.

Princess Victoria opened her eyes and looked at his black eyes, "Is that right?"

Duke had already gotten rid of his emotions just now, and his fingers were slid across the surroundings, "You are in a romantic storm, and you can't be without kisses."

Looking at Duke seriously, Princess Victoria closed her eyes again, slowly raised her face, and felt two fingers gently passing through her lips, with a hint of bitterness of sea water on it.

But before the bitterness went deeper, it was replaced by sweetness. She opened her lips slightly to welcome her male companion's licking and kissing.

The girl's kissing skills were a bit awkward, and Duke easily gained the dominance, leading the lingering of lips and tongue, and gradually changed from a light kiss to a French deep kiss.

At the same time, he stroked Victoria's plump waist with both hands, one hand down and the other hand up and forward, respectively, landing in the two softest places of the girl.

Victoria fell down her hands and held Duke's hands, but did not throw them away. Duke also understood that he should not be impatient. Step by step is the best way to attack.

The kiss lasted for several minutes. After the two separated, Victoria took a few deep breaths, blushed and stared at Duke's eyes, "You... don't you think we're going too fast?"

"Is that?" Duke raised his eyebrows.

Perhaps because of his identity and family education, the Swedish crown prince may be a little conservative, but this is only compared to the extremely open social atmosphere in Nordic.

"I'm sure!"

Hearing the girl's slightly stubborn words, Duke reached out and picked up her chin, and another deep kiss was imprinted on the two soft and pink lips. Princess Victoria closed her eyes again and immersed in the beauty and sweetness of the kiss.

This is an island belonging to carnival, especially after nightfall.

Ibiza, a small island 50 miles from mainland Spain, has always been a popular place for wealthy people. Every summer, some wealthy people or celebrities can be seen everywhere on the beaches here.

Those who are surrounded by a few beauties passing by, or who are gathered together to enjoy alcohol and numbness, may be rock stars like Mick Yogel or Paul David; some who are showing their sexy or terrible upper body regardless of their image may be members of certain European royal families; some who have distinct Arabic characteristics and enjoy beauty and alcohol may be princes of a certain emirate...

On this island, let alone Duke, there is nothing surprising or worth showing off even Victoria's identity. There are so many people like them.

When the night is heavy and time is approaching midnight, the carnival atmosphere on the beach reaches its peak, and the scene is like a super enlarged version of studio54, with the rave party and bohemian nightlife just beginning.

In the deafening music, Duke and Victoria twisted their bodies hard like the crowd on the beach. The dance steps and rhythm were not important at all. Relaxation and carnival were the only themes now.

Although there were several women around him who seemed to be interested in his tall and strong body, Duke focused all his energy on Victoria. As the rhythm of the music was getting closer and closer to the young and sexy girl. Perhaps the previous kiss broke through the last gap between the two. Princess Victoria no longer dodged and avoided Duke's active attack, but instead met her.

The two of them finally stuck together, and the unformed messy dance steps eventually turned into a veneer dance. They both rubbed each other hard and felt the heat of each other's bodies...

"Vicky?"

When the music was soothing slightly, Duke leaned into Victoria's ear and said, "Let's go back to the villa."

Victoria naturally knew what would happen when she returned to the villa. Although the young director opposite her was very attractive to her, both in terms of talent and other aspects, she did not want to make him succeed so soon.

"There's another game later." She kissed Duke's lips, "I want to participate."

"Okay..." Duke smiled clearly, "I'll accompany you."

The heavy metal music on the central stage of the beach gradually dissipated. A dj walked up and shouted a few words to the microphone. A cheer that was far more exciting than when dancing broke out from the stage. It seemed that he had been looking forward to the next program for too long.

"What did he say?" Duke couldn't understand Spanish.

"The competition begins soon!"
Chapter completed!