A week after the wedding, Adrian walked into their room with his usual air of mystery, holding two sleek black suitcases. Talia, still in her robe, raised a brow.
"Why are you packing?" she asked, suspicious.
He smirked and kissed her forehead. "Because you're not spending our honeymoon at home, Mrs. Wolfe. I promised you the world, and I intend to keep that promise."
Her eyes widened. "You mean we're traveling?"
"Not just traveling," Adrian whispered against her ear. "Escaping. Just you and me. No business, no distractions, no drama. Only pleasure."
The private jet was waiting at dawn. Talia's heart raced the moment she saw it. Inside, the seats were covered in roses, champagne chilling beside a spread of her favorite pastries. Adrian sat beside her, never taking his eyes off her.
"You deserve nothing less than this," he said, lifting her hand to kiss her wedding ring.
The flight ended in Maldives, where a secluded overwater villa stretched out into the turquoise ocean. The glass floors showed colorful fish swimming beneath their feet, and a canopy bed sat facing the endless horizon.
Talia gasped, spinning in circles like a child. "This is… paradise!"
Adrian came up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. "No," he murmured against her skin, "you are paradise."
That night the Maldives villa was dark except for the golden glow of candles Adrian had lit along the glass floor, the flicker bouncing off the water below. The sound of waves throbbed like a pulse through the night.
Talia stepped out of the shower, skin damp and glistening, wrapped only in a silk robe. Adrian was already waiting on the bed, his shirt gone, muscles tensed with a hunger he couldn't mask.
When her eyes met his, he didn't wait. He stalked toward her, untied the robe with one sharp tug, letting it fall to the floor. She gasped, trying to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and pinned them gently above her head.
"You're not hiding from me anymore," he growled, kissing her hard.
His lips traveled from her neck, down to her breasts, his tongue circling until she was moaning, her knees going weak. He guided her back to the bed, spreading her thighs wide. His fingers traced between her folds, teasing, sliding in slowly until she arched her back with a cry.
"Talia… so wet for me already," he whispered against her ear, his breath hot.
He worked her open with his fingers, curling them deep inside until she was trembling, begging for more. She clawed at his shoulders, pleading, "Adrian… please…"
Only then did he strip fully, his cock thick and already hard, standing tall with need. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, but her lips parted with longing.
He pressed the tip against her slick entrance, sliding it up and down, making her whimper with frustration.
"You'll take me deeper tonight," he said, voice rough with restraint. "All of me."
And then he thrust in slowly, stretching her, filling her until she cried out his name, gripping onto him. He gave her no chance to adjust, driving deeper with each stroke, his hips slamming against hers, the bed rocking beneath them.
Her moans filled the villa, echoing with the sound of his grunts. His mouth captured hers, tongues tangled, his pace relentless.
"Harder, Adrian… don't stop," she begged, nails digging into his back.
He obeyed, fucking her faster, harder, until she was crying out, body shaking with orgasm. He followed soon after, roaring her name as he spilled inside her, collapsing against her chest.
But he wasn't done.
He rolled her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up, sliding back into her dripping wetness. "I'm going to make you scream again," he promised, pounding into her from behind, the sound of skin against skin louder than the waves outside.
She screamed, she cried, she moaned his name until her voice broke. Adrian didn't stop until she was trembling beneath him, completely spent, her body marked by his kisses and bites.
And when they finally collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, he kissed her temple and whispered:
"This is just the beginning, my queen. Every night of our lives will be like this."
On their last night, sitting on the villa deck, Adrian pulled her onto his lap, staring into her eyes with a seriousness that stilled her laughter.
"Talia," he whispered, brushing her hair back, "this honeymoon isn't just about passion or luxury. It's about us… about building something that lasts. I want to give you the kind of life you never have to fear again. I want to be the man you can always lean on."
Her eyes filled with tears, and she kissed him softly. "You already are."
The ocean breeze carried their laughter into the night, sealing the beginning of their forever.