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the ocean breeze drifts in through the open balcony doors, carrying the faint scent of salt and tropical flowers.
the rhythmic crash of waves outside is the perfect soundtrack to the warm glow of your honeymoon suite.
a secluded villa perched on the edge of a pristine beach, where the only witnesses to your love are the stars and the soft rustle of palm leaves.
sylus lies beside you on the king sized bed, propped up on one elbow, his sharp eyes fixed on you with an expression that’s equal parts awe and desire.
his fingers trace the delicate curve of your cheek, slow and reverent, as if memorizing the way your skin feels against his touch.
“you belong here sweetie,” he murmurs, his voice low and velvety, a promise wrapped in every word. “with me. always.”
you smile, heart swelling with warmth, and lean into his palm, feeling the steady heat radiating from him.
“i’m yours,” you whisper back, your breath mingling with his.
the kiss he presses to your lips is soft at first—tender, savoring the sweetness of the moment.
but then it deepens, urgent and hungry, his tongue teasing yours, exploring, claiming.
his hand slides down your body, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist before slipping beneath the thin fabric of your nightdress, stroking skin that’s already flushed with heat.
“look at you miss enforcer,” he groans against your mouth. “so beautiful, so perfect for me. i can’t get enough.”
his mouth trails down your jawline to the hollow of your throat, leaving a trail of feather light kisses that make your pulse quicken.
his hands roam freely now, pulling your nightdress aside, exposing the soft swell of your breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze.
he leans in, lips capturing one nipple between them, suckling gently while his fingers tease the other, rolling the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger.
your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure build with each flick of his tongue.
then, slowly, deliberately, he slides down your body, pressing open mouthed kisses along your stomach, the valley of your hips, until he’s kneeling between your thighs.
his eyes hold yours as he parts your legs wider, the fire in his gaze promising that he’ll worship every inch of you.
“relax, love,” he whispers, voice thick with need. “let me show you how much you mean to me.”
sylus kneels between your thighs, eyes locked on yours, his hands sliding up to gently push your knees wider.
the heat in his gaze makes your chest tighten, anticipation buzzing under your skin.
“you’re already wet for me,” he murmurs, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “let me taste my wife.”
the first gentle lick sends a jolt through your entire body, and you gasp, arching your back.
“a-ahhh…sylus…” your voice trembles, your fingers clutching at the sheets.
he hums against you, tongue flattening to lick a long, slow stripe before swirling over your most sensitive spot.
the combination makes your hips twitch, but his hands grip your thighs, holding you in place.
“mmh…don’t run from me,” he says, his voice low and vibrating against you. “i’m not letting you go until i have every drop.”
you whimper, “mmm—ahhh…r-right there…”
he chuckles softly, the sound wicked, before sucking gently, lips sealing around you while his tongue flicks over and over.
the sensation has you gasping, your breath catching with each pass.
your hands find his hair, tangling in the soft strands, tugging lightly when he hits the perfect rhythm. “ohhh—sylus…oh god…”
“god’s not here, love,” he says against you, voice muffled. “just me…and i’ll make you feel better than anyone ever could.”
“aahh—” you moan, thighs trembling. “i can’t—”
“yes, you can,” he growls, dragging his tongue deliberately slow. “you’re going to come for me. right on my tongue. say it.”
“i…i’ll come for you,” you gasp, hips rocking helplessly despite his firm hold.
“that’s my girl,” he praises, his tone dripping with possession. “my wife. my everything.”
he presses his mouth harder against you, tongue working in perfect, merciless strokes, each movement pulling higher-pitched moans from you — “ahh… mmm… sylus…please…” — until you’re trembling, eyes squeezed shut, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
when your climax crashes over you, you cry out his name, your voice breaking, “sylus! ahhh—ohh—!”
your thighs clamp around his head but he doesn’t stop, tongue lapping slowly, drinking you in like he can’t get enough.
only when you’re shaking, your breathing ragged, does he finally lift his head, lips glistening, eyes dark with hunger.
he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking as he leans over you.
“you’re mine,” he growls, voice thick with possessiveness. “every inch. every breath.”
he doesn’t give you much time to recover.
while you’re still catching your breath, sylus leans down, his mouth finding yours in a heated, sloppy kiss, his tongue sweeping past your lips so you taste both him and yourself.
his hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips firmly.
“up,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice deep and commanding. “i want you on top of me.
you obey, letting him guide you as he lays back against the headboard.
you straddle his lap, feeling the hard press of him against your soaked core.
the heat between you is unbearable, and when you grind down just a little, the both of you let out low, desperate groans.
“that’s it, love,” he says, voice husky. “feel how hard i am for you? you did that. just by letting me taste you.”
you bite your lip, reaching between you to line him up, the thick head of him sliding against your entrance.
slowly, you sink down, the stretch making your eyes flutter shut.
“ohhh… ahhh—” you gasp, gripping his shoulders.
“fuck,” sylus hisses, his hands squeezing your hips. “so tight. so perfect. made just for me and only me.”
when you’re seated fully on him, he pulls you close, one arm wrapping around your waist as if to keep you there forever.
“move for me, baby. show me how my wife takes me.”
you start slow, rolling your hips, savoring the deep, full feeling of him inside you.
his gaze is locked on your face, drinking in every expression, every gasp, every little whimper.
“that’s it,” he murmurs, running his hands up and down your back. “ride me just like that…mmm…you look so beautiful like this.”
you pick up the pace, bouncing gently at first, then faster, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with your breathless moans.
“ahhh—sylus…” you whimper, throwing your head back.
“keep saying my name,” he growls, thrusting up into you to meet each movement. “let the whole damn world know who’s fucking you right now.”
his words make your pace falter for a moment, a fresh wave of heat rushing through you, but he grips your hips tighter, guiding you.
“faster. don’t you dare stop until i say so.”
you obey, riding him harder, the wet sounds between you growing louder, the pleasure curling tight in your stomach.
his jaw clenches, his own breathing ragged as he watches you.
“good girl,” he groans, his voice low and rough. “my good girl. my wife. mine.”
your climax builds fast, your moans turning into desperate cries.
“sylus—ahhh—i’m…i’m—”
“come on me, baby,” he orders, his thrusts growing sharper. “soak me. show me who you belong to.”
when you finally break, you cry out his name, your whole body trembling as the orgasm rips through you.
the clenching around him pulls a deep, guttural groan from his chest, and he thrusts up hard, chasing his own release.
“mine,” he growls as he spills into you, holding you down on him until every drop is buried deep.
you collapse against his chest, your body trembling from your release, but sylus doesn’t loosen his grip.
if anything, his hands clamp tighter around your hips.
you tried to move but sylus doesn’t let that happen.
“where do you think you’re going, love?” he murmurs, voice low and dark against your ear.
“i—sylus, i just—” you gasp, still catching your breath.
“you think one orgasm is enough for my wife?” his tone is almost mocking, but it’s laced with pure hunger.
“no… not tonight. not when i finally get to call you mine forever.”
before you can respond, he plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up hard, the sudden movement making you cry out.
the overstimulation is almost unbearable—every nerve still raw and sensitive—but the way he’s moving forces your body to react anyway, a mix of pleasure and desperation spilling from your lips in breathless moans.
“a-ahhh—sylus—! it’s too—”
“too much?” he interrupts with a wicked grin. “good. then you’ll remember it.”
his pace is relentless, his hips slamming up into you with precision, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you.
his hands guide your hips, forcing you to keep moving even when your thighs shake.
“look at you,” he growls, his gaze locking onto yours. “fucking perfect. dripping for me. you’re going to come again, aren’t you?”
“i—ahhh—i can’t—” you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.
“you will ,” he says firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “you’ll come for me as many times as i want.”
the pleasure builds again, faster than you thought possible, the intensity making your eyes flutter shut.
but sylus isn’t having it—his hand comes up to grip your jaw, tilting your face so you’re forced to look at him.
“eyes on me,” he commands, his own gaze dark and unyielding. “i want to watch you fall apart.”
that push is all it takes.
your second climax slams into you, stronger than the first, tearing a raw scream from your throat as your body shudders violently.
he moans low and deep, his own hips faltering as he watches you unravel on top of him. “fuck…you’re beautiful like this.”
but even as you’re shaking, he doesn’t stop. his thrusts slow just slightly, but his hands keep you moving.
“one more,” he whispers, voice suddenly softer but still commanding. “give me one more, love. i know you can.”
you thighs are already trembling, your chest rising and falling fast, but sylus doesn’t care — or maybe he does and he likes seeing you like this.
his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down hard on him again, his length stretching you with every thrust.
“you’re not done yet,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with authority. “not until i’ve had every last bit of you.”
“sylus—ahhh—i can’t—my body—” you whimper, your voice breaking.
“yes you can,” he cuts you off, his gaze locking onto yours. “you’re my wife. you take me so well. you can give me one more.”
he leans in, lips brushing your ear, the rasp in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
“i’ll help you.”
his hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight, deliberate circles while his hips roll up into you in a slow, deep rhythm.
the sensation is overwhelming — the stretch of him inside you, the constant drag over that perfect spot, the relentless stimulation against your clit.
your breath hitches, a whimper spilling out between moans.
“sylus…ohhh…ahhh…please…”
“please what, love?” he teases, voice low and sinful. “please let you come? or please don’t stop?”
“d-don’t stop,” you gasp, clinging to him like you’ll fall apart without his touch.
“that’s my girl,” he growls, kissing you hard, stealing your breath as the pressure builds again, even sharper than before.
you can’t think anymore — your whole world narrows to the feeling of him, the heat pooling in your stomach, the way your body reacts to every touch and thrust.
your moans turn high and desperate, little “ahhh, ahhh, ahhh—” sounds tumbling out with each movement.
“there it is,” he breathes, watching your face intently. “let it happen, baby. give it to me.”
the third orgasm rips through you without warning, your cry muffled against his shoulder as your body convulses, clamping down on him so tight it drags a guttural groan from his chest.
he doesn’t move for a moment, just holds you close, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other stroking your spine as you shake in his arms.
when your breathing evens out, he presses a long, lingering kiss to your temple.
“now… maybe i’ll let you rest,” he murmurs, smirking. “for a little while.”