novelraw Chapter 229: My Forever
Chapter 229: My Forever
The moon hung low over the vast island, casting a silvery glow across the private infinity pool that overlooked the endless turquoise sea.
Celine enjoyed the view from the balcony, the cool breeze blowing over her skin, she closed her eyes to take in a deep breath with a soft smile on her face.
Their honeymoon villa was a sanctuary of polished teak, sheer white linens, and the soft murmur of waves against the cliffs below.
Tristan and Celine had barely left the suite since arriving two days ago, they were now newlyweds still drunk on the vows they’d exchanged.
The air was thick with the scent of plumeria and salt. Celine stood on the wide balcony in nothing but a delicate silk robe the color of champagne, the fabric whispering against her skin as the warm breeze teased it open. Tristan stepped behind her, his bare chest brushing her back. He was tall, and solid, his presence always made her feel both safe and deliciously claimed.
"You’re shaking," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Why are you standing out here in the cold?"
"I’m not cold," she whispered, turning in his arms. Her blue eyes met his, hazel ones which looked vulnerable, warm and hungry, full of the kind of love that seemed to only dwell in dreams. He hugged her tighter, caging her body in the warmth of his large frame which swallowed her whole that if there was any cold in the air, his body eliminated it. As he spoke, the warmth of his breath warmed her skin.
"Do you know, I still can’t believe you’re mine. That this is real, that I have you forever, and I can wake up every morning looking at you, that I can kiss you every moment, that I can go to sleep each night with you in my arms."
She smiled softly, turning around to look up at his face.
"Don’t sound so obsessed with me, husband, I’ll use that to my advantage."
"What advantage?" He asked.
"Haven’t you heard that when husbands are too obsessed with their wives, they get stringed along. Played like a doll and controlled like a puppy on a leash."
A warm deep chuckle vibrated from his throat, she could feel the tremor against his chest. His hand cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheek with a reverence that made her heart ache. "Baby, every second of my existence, every breath of mine is all yours."
He kissed her, pressing his lips to her own, a slow and firm touch of mouth to mouth. "You don’t know how much control you have over me, Celine." His voice had lowered now. "It feels like I would shatter if you’re not by my side, like my whole world would crumble down. I’d lay down everything I am at your feet, and if anything or anyone tries to take you away from me..." He didn’t complete his words, instead he released a deep, harsh breath.
Celine wound her arms around his neck, "If anything or anyone tries to take me away...?" She urged whisperingly.
"Then I might become a monster, just to keep you Celine. There won’t be a corner of this earth dark enough to hide them. There won’t be a force in heaven or hell strong enough to keep me from finding you."
His hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, his fingers threading into her hair with a possessive grip that was somehow still achingly gentle. He tilted her head back, forcing her to meet the full weight of his stare.
"I know that sounds insane," he murmured, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "I know I sound like a man who’s lost his goddamn mind. And maybe I have."
His forehead dropped to rest against her own and their breaths mingled in the narrow space between them. "You have to understand, Celine that before you, I was just... existing, I was going through motions, blocking my heart from feeling anything for anyone, living and breathing because that’s what I’m supposed to do, not because there was any reason to."
He pulled back just enough to look at her again, and the raw vulnerability swimming in his eyes stole whatever response had been forming on her tongue.
"You walked into my life and suddenly the world had color, it had sound, it had meaning." His thumb traced the line of her jaw, reverent and slow. "So yes. If something tries to take you from me, if someone tries, I will become the monster they whisper about in the dark. And I won’t lose a single night’s sleep over it."
Something electrical buzzed through her heart, she swallowed the joyful tears that stung her eyes, lifting up to the tip of her toes and pressed her mouth to his own, deeply, hungrily the kind of kiss that started soft and built like a tide.
He grabbed her, pressing her even more against him as if to melt her body into his own. His mouth moved over hers with aching tenderness, tongue sliding against hers in a rhythm that promised so much more. She melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as if she could fuse their souls right there.
He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her back inside to the enormous bed draped in crisp white sheets.
The robe slipped from her shoulders before they even reached the mattress, pooling on the floor like spilled moonlight. Tristan laid her down gently, but there was nothing gentle in the way his eyes devoured her, every curve, every flush of her skin, every rise and fall of her breasts.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion. "My wife. My everything."
He kissed his way down her body with deliberate slowness, savoring her like a man who had waited a lifetime for this. His lips traced the hollow of her throat, the swell of her breasts, pausing to draw one sensitive nipple into his mouth.
Celine arched her back with a soft moan, her hands clutching the sheets as heat pooled low in her belly. He worshipped her with his tongue and teeth, gentle bites followed by soothing licks that made her thighs tremble.
When he reached the apex of her thighs, he looked up at her, his hazel eyes dark, and reverent. "Let me love you," he said, voice husky. "All of you."
Celine nodded, breathless, and he parted her gently, his mouth descending with devastating skill.
His tongue circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, then flattened to lick long and deep, tasting her arousal like it was the sweetest nectar.
She cried out, her hips lifting, one hand fisting in his hair while the other reached for him. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, stroking that sensitive spot while his mouth sucked gently on her swollen bud.
The pleasure built in waves, intense, and overwhelming until she shattered with his name on her lips, her body convulsing as the orgasm crashed through her.
Tristan climbed back up her body, kissing her through the aftershocks, letting her taste herself on his tongue. "I love you," he whispered against her mouth. "God, I love you so much..."
She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his hard length which was thick, and throbbing, it felt hard like velvet over steel. "Then show me," she breathed, guiding him to her entrance. "Make me feel it..."
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, both of them gasping at the perfect, tight fit.
Their eyes locked as he moved with a deliberately slowness of a man gently making love to his wife. Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.
He pressed wet kisses on her skin and with every kiss his movements hastened and his body slamming into her own with delicious ecstasy.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive nerve inside her. Each stroke was deliberate, pulling almost all the way out before sliding in again, grinding against her clit with every pass.
Celine’s nails raked down his back, her legs locked around his hips, urging him deeper.
The sounds they made filled the room, soft gasps, low groans, the wet slap of skin on skin, whispered declarations of love between moans.
"Tristan... yes... right there," she whimpered, tears of overwhelming pleasure and love slipping from the corners of her eyes.
He kissed them away, his hips snapping harder now, as passion overtook the tenderness. "Come for me again, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me. I want to feel my wife come while I’m buried inside her."
The words pushed her over the edge and her second orgasm hit harder, deeper, her walls fluttered and clenching around him as she cried out, her body arching off the bed. He followed moments later, thrusting deep one final time, groaning her name like a prayer as he spilled inside her, pulsing hot and endless.
They collapsed together, sweaty and trembling, still joined. Tristan rolled them so she lay sprawled across his chest, his arms wrapping around her like he’d never let go. He pressed soft kisses to her hair, her temple, her swollen lips.
"I never knew it could feel like this," Celine whispered, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "Like my heart is outside my body... and it’s safe with you."
Tristan tilted her chin up, his eyes shining with unshed emotion. "It is safe, always. You’re my home now, Celine. My forever."
Outside, the waves continued to crash against the shore, but inside their villa, time had slowed to the steady beat of two hearts that had finally found their perfect match, tender, passionate, and utterly, beautifully whole.